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Aurora’s P.O.VThe morning sunlight was warm against my skin as I laced Riley’s little sneakers, his excitement bubbling over like a soda can shaken too hard. He could barely stay still, his little hands fidgeting at the hem of his shirt, eyes bright as he whispered again, “Are we really going to see the turtle today, Aurora? For real this time?”I smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, standing up and brushing off my jeans. “For real this time, baby. Ashton and Maggie’s place. You’re okay to go there, right?”He nodded furiously, already half-skipping toward the door before I even had the chance to grab my keys. “Avery was telling me all about it. I can’t wait to see Nova.”I chuckled, locking the door behind us and grabbing his hand as we made our way down the sidewalk. He was practically pulling me along, too excited to take in the details around him. I, on the other hand, was suddenly very aware of every step, of every breath. There was a quiet anxiety in my chest, like someth

Aurora’s P.O.VI couldn't stop myself from asking. I knew that. "Maggie... How long have you and Jade been seeing each other?"Maggie blinked, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her glass. She had always been so composed, but there was a slight tremor in her hands that caught my attention. It wasn’t like her to fidget. "Over a month," she replied softly, avoiding my gaze for a second before looking up at me. Her eyes were sincere, and there was a warmth in them when she spoke of him. "I really like him, Aurora. He's... kind, gentle, thoughtful. Everything I didn’t expect." She paused, as though weighing something in her mind. "But…I know I’m not his mate, and maybe that's why... Well, why has he kept his distance recently? Before he came around again and started hanging out with me more."Her words hung in the air, and my heart clenched in my chest. I didn't know if I should be happy for her or worried about what was happening. "Maggie," I said more seriously, stepping closer. "

Aurora’s P.O.VThe air felt heavier the moment I stepped into the packhouse. The familiar scent of pinewood and the faint smell of sweat lingering in the halls didn’t bring the usual comfort—it just made my stomach twist even more. I didn’t even wait to settle in or greet anyone. My feet carried me straight to the training wing, where I knew he’d be. Caleb. The only one who could possibly make sense of this mess brewing inside me.I heard the rhythmic pounding of fists against punching bags and the thud of feet slamming into the mats before I saw him. There he was, shirt soaked with sweat, muscles straining as he sparred with one of the younger wolves. His focus was razor-sharp, but the second his eyes caught mine—everything shifted. He froze mid-move, and I saw it. That flicker of alarm in his eyes.“Aurora?” he called, immediately stepping back from the ring. He didn’t even bother grabbing his towel. “Guys, take five,” he told the rest, already jogging toward me.I stood there, arms

Aurora’s P.O.VThe next few weeks blurred into a haze of sleepless nights, endless spell drills, and textbooks so dense with ancient language that I swear they were written to drive us mad. My fingers were stained with ink and herbs, my hair constantly smelled like sage and burnt chamomile, and my head throbbed with the weight of enchantments and formulas I could barely keep straight. I don’t even remember finishing the last exam—just that when I finally stumbled out of the examination hall, my legs almost gave out underneath me.“Whoa, whoa, I got you,” Caleb said, catching me by the elbow as I swayed on the steps. Caroline was already waving over the car, her brows furrowed in concern as she glanced back at me. “Aurora? Are you okay? You look like you just got run over by a cursed carriage.” I gave them both a weak smile and nodded, letting them guide me into the passenger seat. “I’m fine. Just…” I leaned my head against the window, my voice coming out barely above a whisper, “Just

Aurora’s P.O.VI watched as Mary broke down again, her sobs wrenching through the walls of the room like a storm that wouldn’t pass. Her mate—tall, steady, but visibly shaking inside—was trying to hold her, whispering soft reassurances that barely held any ground beneath the weight of her anguish.Her fingers clutched at his shirt as if she’d drown without the anchor of his presence, and even then, she was already slipping. I stood there for a few long seconds, heart heavy, my own breathing shallow with guilt. The grief in this room was too big to ignore, too loud to pretend I didn’t hear it echoing through every fiber of my being.Without thinking much, I walked forward, my steps slow, deliberate. My knees met the cold floor in front of Mary, and I bowed my head low, my voice trembling as I spoke.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, not even sure if she could hear me through the pain. “Mary… I am so sorry. For everything. For not getting there in time. For not being able to save her. For not p