ALTLAS
Aria's lips parted like she had something to say, then shut them, her lashes lowering. She fidgeted on the bed, crossing her arms like she was trying to protect herself from something, or maybe it was me.
I was correct. She was a werewolf. No human would carry a scent as strong as that for that long. Without a doubt, if I hadn't avoided her for that long and had gotten closer to her, I'd be able to tell, but I had fucking kept my distance. The reason I kissed her wasn't merely to shut her up, but because I wanted to confirm what had been troubling me.
Aria's wolf was silent. No, the wolf being silent would have been an understatement; it felt as though she were dead. Or was it locked away? I couldn't tell.
Did she do that?
Fenrik prowled, snarling. I told you she isn't a human Atlas. What the hell happened to her wolf? Is that the reason she didn't feel the mate bond?
