Aria's POV
“The warriors of the Shadow Moon Pack are searching for me. I saw that coming though,” I murmured to myself as I filled a jug with water from the stream beside me. I would need it for the journey ahead, especially where I was going.
Rogue territory.
When the jug was full, I tightened the lid and looked down at my dress. It was already worn, but not enough to sell the story I wanted them to believe.
I needed to look helpless.
Broken.
Pathetic.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the fabric and tore it further. The cloth ripped beneath my fingers, leaving the dress hanging unevenly around my body. I pulled at it again until it looked as miserable as I wanted.
Perfect.
Today was not like any other day.
Today was about strategy.
Usually my plans involved seduction. That method
