Chapter 127

Aria

What the fuck is this woman talking about? No ordinary werewolf?

I blink at her, trying to process the bullshit. “I don’t understand what you mean,” I say, folding my arms.

Jane opens her mouth like she’s about to spill some deep, dark secret—but then she snaps it shut the second Sarita and her mate, Kevin, step into the living room.

“I hope you’re not feeding Aria one of your delusional bedtime stories, Jane,” Sarita says, throwing her a sharp look.

Jane rolls her eyes. “Nonsense. Aria and I were just getting to know each other. You can ask her to confirm it.” She waves a hand, acting all casual.

Sarita crosses her arms. “Oh, so you’re not gonna ask me how my father is doing, huh? You didn’t even get up from that chair when he collapsed.”

Jane sighs dramatically. “I was angry, okay? I mean, your brother caused it. He pushed Marcus.”

Sarita’s jaw locks. “Watch your damn mouth and don’t talk nonsense about my brother, you sh