Aria's POV
The next day, I was in my room when I heard voices outside. One of them was Damon's. The moment I heard the other, my heart dropped. Noah.
I rushed out of my room. Damon's anger hit me before I even saw him. His Alpha aura had spread through the hallway, heavy enough to make the wolves nearby shift uneasily. He had intercepted Noah on his way to my room.
Noah stood near the far wall, one hand pressed against his left arm. The wound he'd received from the witch the day before had barely begun to heal, and fresh blood had soaked through his bandage.
Damon stood several feet in front of him. His knuckles were bruised, and my stomach dropped at the sight.
"What happened?"
Neither of them answered.
I moved closer. "Noah?"
He lifted his eyes to me. There was a split across his
