Chapter 150 A Distraction?

• AARON.
• I walked beside Frida, holding her hand as we made our way back to the family house. The night air was cool, and the faint glow of the moonlight cast shadows over the path. I was still processing everything—the council meeting, seeing Frida after so many years, and the tension with the female wolf that had just confronted Helena. My mind was racing, but I kept it together for Frida’s sake. She really didn't need all that drama.
• She was unusually quiet for a seven-year-old, and I could tell she was thinking about something. I glanced down at her, wondering what was going on in that little head of hers.