Ethan's POV
My words were barely out of my mouth when Aria's entire demeanor shifted.
Her tone went from icy to mocking in an instant, and her gaze slid past me to focus on something—someone—behind me.
My blood went cold.
*No. No, she couldn't be—*
I spun around, and there she was.
Clara stood about ten meters away, her face sheet-white, her amber eyes wide with shock and pain. She looked like I'd just driven a knife straight through her chest.
*How long has she been standing there?*
My wolf stirred uneasily, guilt churning in my gut. But it wasn't the sharp, unbearable guilt I should have felt. It was just... hollow. Distant.
Because even as I stared at Clara—the woman I'd chosen over my True Mate, the woman I'd sacrificed everything for—all I could think abou
