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Aurelia's point of viewDalton knocked lightly on the dorm door just as I tied the last knot on the burlap bag. His voice came muffled through the wood. “Aurelia, we’re leaving.”I opened the door and was met with the familiar sight of his stone-like face, save for the hint of awkward kindness that flickered when he glanced at my son peeking from behind me. “You’ll ride in the second car with the children,” he said, gesturing to the courtyard where two black SUVs idled like patient wolves. “Alpha Silas has already left.”I blinked. “Already?”Dalton nodded, unfazed. “Personal vehicle. You know how he is. Can’t even breathe in the same cabin when he’s in one of his moods.”That, at least, was a relief. One less hour spent locked in a confined space with the man who had shattered me with one decision years ago. My shoulders sagged in an exhale I didn’t know I was holding. “Right. Lead the way.”The children followed me closely, my son gripping my fingers, my daughter clutching the torn

Aurelia's point of viewThe knock was sharp and unforgiving, tearing through the quiet like a blade. It yanked me out of a shallow sleep, my body already aching before my feet even touched the cold floor. For a second, I thought I had dreamt it, but then came another. Louder. Impatient.I dragged myself up, wrapping my shawl tightly around my shoulders. My legs still trembled with exhaustion, but I crossed the small room and opened the door.Alisha stood on the other side like a porcelain doll dipped in venom.Her smile was bitter, stretched too tightly across her face to be anything close to genuine. She didn’t wait to be invited in. She never did things like that. With the grace of someone who believed the world belonged to her, she stepped past me and entered the room as though she owned every inch of it.

Aurelia's point of viewI wasn’t expecting anything to shock me today. After all, I had survived exile, rejection, humiliation, and the slow burn of hatred from the only man I had ever loved. I had been scorned, starved, and shamed. So I thought nothing could really hurt me anymore.Until I saw her.The scent of food clung to the air—earthy stew, slightly burnt bread, and a faint bitterness of overboiled greens. The cafeteria was too loud and too warm, and my children were more excited than they had been all week. I had just set down a piece of bread for my son when my gaze fell on the far side of the room.A woman was mopping the floor near the serving counters, her shoulders slightly hunched under the weight of age and long days. Her back was familiar, a memory that made my breath stop in my throat. When she straig

Aurelia's point of viewAfter leaving the cafeteria, I took the long corridor that curved toward the east wing of the pack hospital. My footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor, and I wrapped my shawl tighter around my arms. The air was sharp inside these walls, colder than I remembered. Or maybe I was just tired.I kept my head down, offering brief nods to passing wolves who either looked away or stared too long. I didn’t belong here anymore. I was a ghost wearing flesh, and they didn’t know what to do with me. And honestly, I didn’t blame them.The nurse at the desk gave me a tight smile, handed me a form I didn’t bother to read, and motioned toward Room 3. I stepped inside, expecting some stranger in a lab coat. Instead, I found her.Lara.I froze.

Silas’s Point of ViewI returned to the estate later than expected. The moon had risen high, silvering the pine-covered hills that surrounded Blackfang. Alisha walked beside me, her heels clicking across the tiled floors like a metronome counting down something inevitable.She was still talking about the dinner.“I told the sommelier to bring that old wine from the Crescent cellars. The one your father adored. It was a nice touch, don’t you think?”I nodded absently. I couldn’t remember the taste. Or the wine. Or most of the dinner. My mind had drifted halfway through the appetizers and never returned.Alisha reached for my arm. “Silas.”