Chapter 47

My eyes went wide as I somehow still managed to keep up with the song. This broken little twig of a werewolf was Aria. She was alive, barely. So many things were running through my mind as I jumped into the second song. Dante would have torn the whole hall apart but he wouldn’t have lived at the end of it. May not even have been able to free Aria in the process. She was a slave. A broken doll to M