Novels by Aurora

Over the next week, coalition wolves began returning to their home territories. The massive army we had built started to disperse. Pack leaders said their goodbyes and promised to stay in touch.Alpha Reed approached me before his pack departed. "I owe you an apology, Miss Hart. I doubted your leadership many times during this war. Questioned your decisions. But you were right. Your hero complex, as everyone called it, was exactly what we needed. You saved hundreds of lives by refusing to give up on anyone.""Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.""Where will you go now? Back to Westbrook City Hospital?"I had not thought about it. My life at the hospital felt like it belonged to a different person. A naive intern who did not know about royal bloodlines or ancient conspiracies or world ending sacrifices."I do not know yet. I need time to figure out who I am now that the war is over.""Take all the time you need. But know that when you decide, there will always be a place for y

"Casualties are lower than expected. Eighty seven dead. One hundred and forty three wounded."Theodore's voice was heavy as he read the report three days after the Montana assault. We had gathered in the coalition war room for a final debrief. I sat between Owen and my mother, still feeling weak from the sacrifice but alive.Eighty seven dead. That was eighty seven families destroyed. Eighty seven wolves who would never go home. But it was also much better than the three hundred we had feared."The Covenant facilities worldwide are shutting down," Lucas added, looking at intelligence reports. "Without The Elders coordinating operations, the entire organization is collapsing. Regional commanders are surrendering or fleeing. Prisoners are being freed. It is chaos but good chaos.""What about the prisoners from Montana?" I asked. My voice was still weak but getting stronger each day."Two hundred and thirty four freed. All receiving medical care and counseling. Many of them have been cap

My team responded instantly. Aurora shadow walked directly behind an Elder and drove a silver blade through his back. Serena unleashed a spell that burned two Elders with violet fire. Owen and my mother working together brought down a third.Three Elders fell. Dead or dying. The ritual was falling apart.But the remaining ten Elders were furious now. They abandoned the ritual completely and focused all their power on us."You have destroyed three thousand years of preparation!" the lead Elder roared. His form began to change, growing larger, more monstrous. "For that, you will suffer beyond imagining!"He released a wave of dark magic so powerful it knocked half my team off their feet. I felt my bones crack from the impact. Blood filled my mouth.Through blurred vision, I saw the other Elders transforming as well. Without the renewal complete, they were burning through their remaining immortality. Using everything they had left to destroy us."Retreat!" Owen shouted. "Fall back! We ca

"All teams ready. Waiting for your signal."Theodore's voice came through my earpiece. I stood at the edge of the forest with the infiltration team, staring at Montana headquarters in the distance. The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the mountain in shades of gold and red.It would have been beautiful if it was not the site of so much horror."This is it," Aurora said quietly beside me. Her shadow walkers were ready, their power making the darkness around us deeper. "Once we start, there is no turning back.""I know." I checked my gear one final time. No weapons, I was still a healer not a fighter. But I had medical supplies and most importantly, I had my power fully recovered and stronger than ever.Owen stood on my other side, his expression grim and determined. "Remember the plan. We shadow walk to the inner sanctum entrance. Fight through whatever guards are there. Reach The Elders before they complete their ritual. Stop them by any means necessary.""Simple plan," Evelyn

Over the next week, the coalition headquarters became a hive of constant activity. Strike teams drilled endlessly. Witches practiced coordinated spellwork. Medical teams prepared field hospitals. Supply lines were organized and reorganized.Everyone knew this assault was different. This was the final battle. Win or lose, after this there would be no more chances.I spent my days training with Damon, practicing shadow walking with Aurora, healing wounded wolves, and planning with the council. My nights were filled with nightmares about failing. About watching The Architects break through into reality. About having to use the sacrifice and losing everything.Owen stayed close, supporting me through the fear and exhaustion. He never brought up the sacrifice again but I could see the worry in his eyes. He was terrified of losing me."Three days left," he said one evening as we sat on our balcony watching the sunset. "Are you ready?""No. But I do not think I will ever feel ready. This is

"Your form is improving but you are still telegraphing your moves."Damon circled me on the training mat, looking for openings in my defense. We had been sparring for an hour and I was exhausted. But I had asked him to train me harder, push me further, prepare me for the battle ahead."I am a healer, not a fighter," I panted, blocking his next strike. "I do not have decades of combat experience like you.""Which is exactly why you need this training. In ten days, you are going into Montana where The Elders will try to kill you. You need to be able to defend yourself when healing is not enough."He was right. During the last assault, I had relied on my team to protect me while I focused on healing and rescuing prisoners. But this time would be different. This time I would be in the heart of the battle, trying to reach The Elders before they completed their ritual.Damon struck again, faster this time. I barely dodged and he swept my legs out from under me. I hit the mat hard, the wind

Lucian's POVThe first target was named Marcus Webb. Low-level conspiracy member. Logistics coordinator. Someone who'd helped move supplies. Arrange safe houses. Enable operations without directly participating.Someone who thought he was safe because he wasn't important.Someone who was about to learn importance didn't matter. Connection did. And connection to the conspiracy meant becoming target."He lives alone," Edward reported as we approached the suburban house. His voice was detached, professional, hiding whatever moral objections he still had. "No family on-site. Works from home. Minimal security. Should be straightforward extraction.""We're not extracting," Hailey said coldly from beside me. Her voice sent chills down my spine. My mate's voice but spoken by stranger. "We're making statement. Making example. Making sure everyone connected to conspiracy understands what's coming. This isn't arrest. This is message.""What kind of message?" I asked carefully, needing to underst

Twenty-three warriors assembled in the ruins of our command center. All that remained of our fighting force. All that survived the ambush and the attack. All that stood between the conspiracy and total victory.They looked at me with a mixture of fear and confusion. I understood why. I barely recognized myself anymore."The conspiracy has been playing a game," I began, my voice cold and devoid of the emotion that used to define me. "They've been manipulating us. Using Hope as leverage. Using our love as weapon. Using everything good about us to destroy us. That ends now.""What are you proposing?" Edward asked carefully. His tone was cautious, worried. "What's the new strategy?""No strategy," I said flatly. The words felt right, felt true, felt like the only honest thing I'd said in days. "Strategies can be predicted. Planned against. Countered. We're done being predictable. Done being rational. Done making decisions based on logic they can anticipate. From now on, we're chaos. We're

I wanted to argue. Wanted to insist he was wrong. Wanted to maintain that love meant never accepting failure. Never making peace with loss. Never becoming person who could live with daughter's death.But looking around at bodies. At destruction. At consequences of being manipulated. Of falling for traps. Of letting love be used against us.Maybe he was right. Maybe love had become a liability. Maybe caring made us vulnerable. Maybe the only way to save Hope was to accept we might not save her.The thought felt like death. Like betrayal. Like becoming a monster.But maybe monsters survived when loving parents failed. Maybe terrible people won when good people broke. Maybe the conspiracy's greatest victory wasn't taking Hope. It was forcing us to become versions of ourselves we didn't recognize."I don't know if I can do that," I admitted quietly. My voice was small, lost, drowning in impossibility. "Don't know if I can be that person. Don't know if I can love Hope and accept her death.

Hailey's POVThe pack house was a war zone. Bodies everywhere. Warriors. Civilians. Children. All dead. All killed while we were chasing false leads and escaping ambushes."Hope," I whispered, my voice raw and broken. "Where's Hope?"I ran through the destruction. Stepping over bodies. Ignoring the carnage. Focusing only on finding my daughter. On praying she'd survived. On hoping against hope that she was still alive."Luna!" Margaret appeared from behind overturned furniture. Her face was covered in blood and soot. Her medical coat was torn, stained with more blood than fabric. "Thank God you're back. We need help. So many wounded. So many—""Where's Hope?" I interrupted desperately. My hands grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. "Is she here? Is she alive? Tell me!""I don't know," Margaret said, tears streaming down her face. Her voice cracked, devastated. "They brought her. Used her as bait like Sarah said. When we tried to rescue her, they opened fire. Killed anyone who approached

Lucian's POVThe property was exactly what you'd expect for a conspiracy safe house. Remote. Defensible. Surrounded by forest. Single access road that could be easily monitored."Thermal imaging shows five heat signatures," Morrison reported, his voice coming through my earpiece. We were positioned half a mile out, preparing for assault. "Four adults. One child-sized. Could be Hope. Could be decoy. No way to know until we're inside.""Then we go inside," I said firmly, checking my weapons. Silver bullets for supernaturals. Regular ammunition for humans. Enough firepower to handle whatever resistance we encountered. "Edward, your team takes the back entrance. Thomas, you're on perimeter security. No one leaves. No one escapes. We get Hope and we end whoever took her. Understood?"A chorus of affirmatives came through the comms. Twenty warriors. Ten federal agents. Enough force to overwhelm normal resistance. Hopefully enough for whatever the conspiracy had positioned.Hailey stood besi

Forty-eight hours after Hope's kidnapping, we had our first real lead."A traffic camera caught something," Agent Morrison said, spreading photos across the table in our makeshift command center. His voice was measured, professional, but I could hear the exhaustion underneath. "Three blocks from the convention center. Van matching the description. Timestamp puts it twenty minutes after the kidnapping."I leaned forward, studying the grainy images. My hands trembled as I touched the photo, as if I could reach through it and find my daughter."Can you enhance it?" Lucian asked from beside me. His voice was rough, worn down by two days without sleep. "See who's driving? See inside?""Working on it. But the angle's bad. Windows are tinted. Best we can tell, there were at least three people in the vehicle. Driver plus two in back.""Three people to handle one three-year-old," I said bitterly. "They're not taking chances.""No, they're not," Morrison agreed. He pointed to another photo. "Th