Aria's POV
The next morning, I left Grayson territory with Noah and several guards.
The forest stretched endlessly around us as we moved between the trees. The morning air was cold against my skin, carrying the scents of damp earth, pine, and distant wolves. I pulled my coat tighter around myself, but the chill I felt had little to do with the weather.
We were going back to Mara.
I had no idea what awaited us, but I knew I couldn't turn back.
When we finally arrived at the witch's dwelling, Noah glanced at me. "Are you ready?"
I drew in a slow breath and shook my head. "No."
He chuckled softly. "At least you're honest."
I managed a faint smile before turning toward the door. I raised my hand and knocked.
There was no response.
I knocked again, harder this time.
"Leave." Mara's v
