Three weeks after the battle, life in Nightshade had returned to a peaceful rhythm. Aria's wound had healed into a scar she wore with pride, a mark of the day she'd proven herself as both warrior and healer.
The surrendered rogues had been distributed among the five packs, given probationary membership and a chance to rebuild their lives. It was working better than anyone expected. Turned out most rogues just wanted belonging, not war.
Aria was in the garden behind the pack house, gathering herbs for Elena, when she heard raised voices from the front entrance.
"I don't care what protocol says. I need to see her. Now."
That voice. Aria's blood ran cold. She knew that voice, even though she hadn't heard it in months.
Kade.
She hurried around the building to find Kade arguing with two N
