The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Aria’s body still pulsed with the afterglow of the Trials, but her heart slammed with alarm at Asher’s words.
Lillian. Betrayer. Rogue alliance.
“Bring him here,” Kael ordered sharply, gesturing to the barely-conscious warrior slumped against Asher’s shoulder. Blood streamed down the man’s arm, and his left eye was swollen shut.
“He was guarding the west border,” Asher said grimly. “Says Lillian met with a rogue Alpha. They were speaking in code, but he recognized her scent. She wasn’t even trying to hide it.”
The warrior dropped to his knees before Kael and Aria. “I tried to follow them, my Luna... but they sensed me. She told the rogues... to burn everything.”
Aria’s lips parted.
Lillian was planning an invasion.
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