ARIA'S POINT OF VIEW
The soft moonlight spilled into the room, casting a gentle glow on the luxurious bed where I lay. But no matter how comfortable it was, I was unable to find solace in the softness of the mattress.
It was well past midnight, and sleep eluded me. Restlessness had become my constant companion in this unfamiliar place, a constant reminder of the captivity that had become my temporary home.
My heart raced as the events of our last encounter replayed in my mind like a broken record. It had been months since that fateful encounter with Demion, the enigmatic Alpha of the Night Wind Pack.
Martha,who was the only person I could confide in, had revealed his true identity to me. A mixture of fear and intrigue surrounded him, making it impossible for me to forget the power he wielded.
