Unspoken Truths
The moon hung high over the Nightfall Pack's territory, its silver glow spilling through the windows of Alexander's private chambers. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. The room felt too small, too charged, as Aria stood near the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
She didn't look at him. Not yet.
Alexander's presence behind her was like a storm rolling in—heavy, unrelenting, waiting to unleash itself. She could feel his frustration in the silence, the barely restrained energy simmering between them.
"You disobeyed me," he finally said, his voice low and edged with warning.
Aria let out a short, humorless laugh, turning to face him. "You don't get to order me around, Alexander. I'm not one of your pack wolves."
His golden eyes flickered with irritation. "You are in my territory. That alone makes your safety my concern."