Aria Snow pov :
Waking up was a slow, intoxicating process.
For the first time in my life, I didn't wake up as a fragile human girl burdened by anxiety and trauma. I woke up tethered to the ancient, pulsing rhythm of the earth itself. The heightened senses of the White Wolf hadn't completely vanished into the recesses of my mind; they lingered just beneath my skin, making the world feel infinitely sharper, infinitely warmer.
The Rose Room was bathed in the soft, muted gray light of early dawn, filtering through the small gaps in the heavy velvet curtains.
I didn't open my eyes immediately. I simply existed in the overwhelming cocoon of heat that surrounded me.
The heavy, suffocating panic of Silas’s dark magic was completely gone, burned away by the sacred, impenetrable sanctua
