87. Bring Aria here

87. Bring Aria here

Alpha Derwin stared at the fire burning across from him. The heat from his flames reddened his face. He was not amazed that his people from the pack that made out alive with him eighteen years ago were praising Aria. There was not a single crease of exasperation on their faces or hostility in their tones as they responded to Archer's information.

That one thing had kept his eyes sparkling with an inner glow that came from listening to the gallant tales of his granddaughter. Aria was a part of him. She was the flesh of his beloved daughter. He had not seen Aria or pictures but from the given description, he could imagine her being as beautiful-- or say, more beautiful than her mother.

A desperate feeling clawed at his heart. Suddenly he desired to see Aria. He yearned to look in the eyes of the blooming warrior Aria was becoming. She had the traits of two most powerful wolves. With her father's skills and her mother's beauty and legacy of selflessness, she would