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Chapter 7: The Aftermath
Aria lay alone on a stone bench in the garden. Morgan had let her out of the castle, hoping it would help calm her nerves, but her mind swirled as she strained to grasp at memories that might explain what had happened in his room that morning. Only foggy remnants came to her. Flashes of a little girl running through some forgotten forest. An old woman with long silver hair. A village of little wooden houses. Was the little girl her? And how long ago did these flashes of memory take place? Were these memories even hers or were they things she’d seen as a wolf? Aria groaned in frustration and adjusted her position on the bench.
Her thoughts now turned to the events in Morgan’s chamber. His body had responded to her advances… but why? He knew she’d been a wolf. Was it possible that he could yet love her even as she was? The idea was ridiculous. She had been naked and what man wouldn’t take
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Hearing all of Morgan’s praises after the hunt and hearing him brag about her lifted Aria’s spirits. Especially when Sophia’s scowl made her face twist in ugly shapes. Aria couldn’t have been more pleased at making the woman so unhappy and successfully taking Morgan’s attention from her. Her tail hadn’t stopped wagging since his first positive word toward her. He’d then invited her up onto his horse and she road behind him the entire way back to the castle. Philip was waiting at the doors standing on the castle portico with his arms crossed over his chest. He had donned a long sleeve shirt that hid the tight wrap he’d covered his forearm with. She was surprised he’d not made a fuss about his arm – a sure way to get her kicked out of the castle. But, she supposed, he may not want her gone. As long as she was within a bowshot, he could get his revenge. A cold chill spread over Aria’s body as he stared her down while M
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