Chapter Ninety-One: Aurielle DuVall

The week passed faster than I’d expected—an endless blur of meetings, phone calls, and the constant hum of work in Cassiel’s pack. Every day, I found myself juggling the weight of rebuilding old foundations, mending damaged programs, and slowly regaining a sense of purpose that had been so brutally shattered before. I was always wishing there was more time here, more moments to breathe the quiet determination of this place. But just like that, Friday evening arrived—a sharp, undeniable reminder that time never waits for anyone.

Reluctantly, I began to pack once again, folding up my belongings with meticulous care. Each item I placed into my bag felt like a piece of the past I was trying to leave behind, though I couldn’t quite part with all of it. Cassiel has been a rock throughout all of this. We’ve been spending every night together. Either on the phone or in person. It was a small thing, but I loved each conversation.

I sighed.

I had secured a room in a hotel within the Moonveil pa