The knife cut through the air, missing Aria's face by an inch. It stuck into the wooden wall behind her with a thud.
"Next time, I won't miss," Talia growled, her golden eyes sparkling with hate.
Aria's heart hammered in her chest. She had been walking back from the river alone, trying to clear her head after everything that had happened with Calyx yesterday. The pack was in chaos. Everyone was talking about how she had changed into a massive silver wolf—how she had almost left with the enemy.
"What do you want, Talia?" Aria asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Talia took a step closer. Her beautiful face, once friendly when she thought Aria was just a nobody omega, now twisted with anger.
"I want you gone," Talia spat. "You've ruined everything."
Aria took a deep breath. A week ago, she would have lowered her head and tried to hide. But she wasn't that person anymore.
