Aria's POV
"Aria, right? Please, call me Victor," his voice echoed warmly through the phone.
Victor quickly agreed to take on my case, but he didn't sugarcoat the uphill battle ahead. Within the Iron Claw Pack, generations of tradition dictated that an Alpha never easily severed a bond with his Luna; doing so was viewed as a terrible omen for the pack's future.
Because of this deeply ingrained taboo, my attempt to voluntarily walk away from Julian was nearly impossible on paper.
And Edgar would never sign off on it either.
"Thank you, Victor. Hope to see you soon for the details," I said softly before hanging up.
The next morning, my phone buzzed early.
It was Edgar, inviting me over to the main pack estate for a private family lunch.
When I stepped into the driveway, the sprawlin
