Aria Snow pov :
The sleek, blacked-out Range Rover pulled into the student parking lot of Silver Moon Academy, the heavy tires crunching over the gravel.
Normally, the morning drop-off was a chaotic mess of revving engines, shouting teenagers, and blaring radios. But the moment our armored SUV rolled to a stop right in front of the main entrance—a spot strictly reserved for the Alpha family—the entire courtyard went dead silent.
I sat in the back seat, staring out the heavily tinted window.
Hundreds of students were frozen in their tracks, their eyes locked onto the doors of our vehicle. The rumours from the Blood Moon Ball had obviously spread like wildfire. They didn't just know about the rogue attack; they knew about me. They knew about the silver light. They knew that the girl
