"Do you think Dante will really protect you, Aria?" Logan's voice slithered through the empty hall like a serpent, his dark eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "He can't save you from what's coming."
Aria's pulse quickened at the sound of Logan's voice. She turned slowly, her fingers curling into fists as she stared at the man who had once been her mate, the man who had betrayed her in the cruelest way possible.
She had changed. But standing before him now, she felt the shadow of her former self creeping up, reminding her of the helplessness she had once known.
"He won't have to," Aria replied, her voice steady, though the words felt heavier than she intended. "I'm not the same weak wolf you abandoned."
Logan's lips twisted into a mocking smile, and his presence loomed over her like a dark cloud. He took a step forward, his towering figure intimidating, but she held her ground.
