Chapter 31

• As they arrived at the Bloodmoon pack, Dante's urgency was palpable. He cradled Aria in his arms, his face etched with worry. The warriors dispersed, one rushing to summon the pack's doctor.
• Heaven stood waiting, her eyes widening in alarm as she saw Aria's limp form. "Aria!" she whispered, her voice trembling.
• Dante strode toward his chamber, Heaven and Viktor following closely. He gently laid Aria on the bed, his hands tender as he brushed hair from her face. His caress was soft, but his expression darkened.