Chapter 6

Arya’s POV

I returned to the pack house, my chest tight and my steps heavy. My heart still pounded, as if it couldn’t catch up with the reality unravelling around me. I couldn’t believe it, couldn’t wrap my mind around what James was doing, what he had already done.

It felt surreal, like I was walking through someone else’s nightmare. But it was mine, and I had to face it.

Inside, the house wasn’t quiet. There was movement, people going back and forth, hushed voices and glances that quickly darted away when I came into view.

Arrangements were being made without me. Without Luna Arya.

I spotted Jane and called her name. She paused, her expression stiff, uneasy.