Aurora’s POVAs I lay my head down on my pillow, sleep doesn’t come so easily. My mind is racing and going over everything that has happened over the past week. But when it finally does, it pulls me under like a slow tide gentle at first, then all-consuming. And the moment my eyes shut, I’m no longer in my bed. I dream of them. Of both of them.Rowan stands in a moonlit clearing, the forest around him silent and silver. The wind carries the scent of pine and something warmer like a memory I haven’t lived yet.He’s watching me with those storm-gray eyes, calm and steady, like the storm has passed but the power still lingers in the air. His voice is soft when he speaks.“You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “Not with me.” There’s no judgment in his gaze. Just quiet strength. Warmth. Safety.When he reaches out and brushes my cheek, my entire body stills like I’ve finally landed after falling through the sky. Tingles run all through my body from head to toe. But
Aurora’s POV I glance back once before turning the corner. That new guy Rowan, I think I heard someone whispering, was staring. Not just casually, but like he’d seen a ghost. Or like he was trying to figure out how I existed.Weird! But also.. something else. Something I can’t name.For a second when our eyes met, my stomach flipped. Not in the gross “I forgot my homework” way. In the “what the hell just happened to my lungs” way.I shake it off and follow Ember to English class. Probably just nerves. Or maybe Zander is messing with my head again. But for some reason, that boy’s eyes felt like they saw straight through me.Confusion is a slow burn. A dull ache that goes to the back of your mind that turns into a scream.And lately, I can’t tell if I’m losing my mind.. or if something is seriously wrong with the world around me. It started the moment Rowan walked into Ridgewood High.That cute polo shirt, those too-serious eyes. The way he looked at me like I mattered in some way I co
Rowan’s POVThe scent of ash still clings to my jacket no matter how many times I wash it.I shouldn’t be thinking about it. Not here. Not now. But every time I blink, I see flames. Hear the screams. Feel the weight of responsibility pressing into my shoulders like it always does. Being an Alpha doesn’t mean the guilt goes away. If anything, it makes it worse.The rogues didn’t just attack the school.They attacked a pack home. Our home.The Crimson Night Pack.My pack.One minute, we were prepping for midterms, and the next roaring flames, snarling muzzles, teeth bared in bloodthirst. I’d shifted mid-hallway, torn my uniform to shreds, trying to protect as many as I could. But even with all the power of an Alpha, I wasn’t fast enough. I wasn’t strong enough. I lost people that night—friends, warriors, pups.We all did.And now, we’re scattered.Some went to extended families. Some into hiding. The rest? We’re still regrouping. Still trying to rebuild. But I couldn’t stay behind. No
Zander's POVThe rain’s still clinging to the streets like it’s got unfinished business, but I’m not paying attention to the weather anymore. Not when the storm in my chest is ten times louder than the one outside.I press harder on the gas, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. The rest of the drive after I dropped her off was a blur. Aurora. Of all people.I’ve been on edge ever since I caught her scent today. And now, it’s like it’s burned into my memory—sweet, like vanilla and something floral, like jasmine maybe. It didn’t just catch me off guard. It nearly brought me to my knees.But why? I’m the Alpha of the Eclipse pack. I don’t freeze. I don’t flinch. I don’t stutter. I command.And yet somehow, Aurora Hayes—awkward, quiet, human Aurora—just by sitting next to me in the passenger seat of my car, made me forget how to breathe.“What the hell is happening to me?”The words are out before I realize I’m talking to myself. I should be at the pack house by now, but I detour int
Aurora’s POVI have to call Ember right away.Not in ten minutes. Not after I’ve kicked off my shoes or eaten something or processed what just happened. Now because if I don’t say it out loud, it’s going to keep spinning in my mind like one of those tornado drills we used to have in elementary school—loud, disorienting, and a little bit terrifying.The phone barely rings once."You'll never guess what happened Em!!”“Girl, what is it?” Ember’s voice bursts through like a shot of caffeine. “You can’t just call me and say, ‘You’ll never guess what happened,’ without giving a further explanation.”I don’t even try to hide my grin. “Your brother, Ember. That’s what happened.”There’s a beat of silence, and then her tone shifts, sharp with irritation. “What the hell did that dickhead of a brother do this time, Aurora? I swear I’m gonna clock him over the head one of these days. Maybe it’ll knock some damn sense into him.”I laugh, a real one, not just the tight little chuckles I give t
Aurora’s POVThe bell finally rang, and I swear it sounded more like a siren of survival than just the end of class. I stood frozen for just a second longer, still replaying Zander’s voice in my head like some sick remix.It’s like my brain didn’t want to shut off. “See you soon, Kitten,” he’d said with that smug look that made me want to scream—and melt. Ugh.Ember’s voice cut through the noise. “You good?”I blinked hard, returning to reality as students filed into classrooms or down the hallways. I gave a small nod. “Yeah. Just… processing.”Ember narrowed her eyes on me. “He got to you again. That stupid jock brother of mine.” She practically growls out “It’s fine. It’s nothing I haven’t handled before.”Liam stepped up beside her. “Still, he crossed a line. Again. Even if he is the top of the school you can put him in his place.”That made me chuckle. “Thanks, but then you guys would have to visit me in detention every day. I’m not sure I’m emotionally ready for that. My parent