Chapter 70

**Chapter 70**

**Aria’s POV**

It was unmistakably Peter.

He was slouched in a VIP room at some downtown bar, a chaotic swirl of spinning neon lights engulfing the scene. The brightness was overwhelming, almost blinding, even through the screen. The air was thick with a blend of acrid cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, creating an atmosphere that felt suffocating. My wolf stirred within me, instincts flaring as I sensed the chaotic energy radiating from the footage.

Peter was at the center of it all, an unwilling star in this grotesque display.

Even in the dim lighting, the flush on his cheeks was evident. He was drowning himself in alcohol, a sight that twisted my stomach into knots.

Peter never indulged like this.