Aria's POV
Three days had passed since we'd arrived at Ronan's territory.
The pack was nothing like what I'd expected. They were traditional.
I'd noticed it the first morning, when I'd ventured downstairs to find breakfast.
The dining hall had been full of pack members—easily fifty or sixty of them—all seated according to some invisible hierarchy I didn't understand.
The Alpha and his mate at the head table. The Betas and high-ranking warriors along the sides. The younger wolves and omegas toward the back.
Every single one of them had stopped eating when I'd walked in.
Not in a hostile way, exactly. More like... curious. Watchful. Like they were trying to figure out what to make of the human woman who'd arrived with the Alpha King.
I'd felt their eyes on me as I'd
