C47 Trust Me, Aarhea!

Aarhea's Point of View:

The dining hall was quiet, too quiet.

Forks touched plates, but no one really ate. Logan sat across from me, watching Jake with a smug grin.

Amara glanced at me every so often, like she was waiting for me to slip. And Roman was calm, steady, as if he owned the silence.

Finally, Roman broke it. “Alpha Aarhea,” he called me smoothly, “there are whispers around the palace