Hope Chest Aurora Romane & Geschichten

Aurora exclaimed while clutching her chest. Tin... Once again, the motorcycle horn interrupted her reverie. Aurora quickly approached Dave. "Come here!" Dave said as he pulled Aurora's hand closer. Carefully, Dave placed the helmet on Aurora's head. "Let's ride!" Dave commanded, causing Aurora to nod and climb onto the back of the motorcycle behind Dave.

A luxury she has been used to all her life. So early this morning Aurora had taken the last available flight from Italy to Dallas, unfortunately the last available flight was in Economy. And economy happens to be one of Auroras pet peeves. I sigh for what might just be the hundredth time. The airport is pretty crowded, but it's not that I fear I won't easyily spot her. After all Aurora is 4 inches taller than my 5 foot 7 frame, plus she's a platinum blonde so it'll be easy to pick her out from this crowd.

Aurora The morning sun crept through the curtains like a silent witness to the storm that had raged within them all the night before. Aurora stirred under the covers, her limbs aching not from physical exertion, but from the weight of the choice she had made during the loyalty challenge. Her chest felt tight, and her mind was still tangled in the image of her burning pack lands, the cries of her people, and the moment she turned her back on her parents to save the pack.

The only time Aurora really touches anyone is when she is viewing their past; other than that, she avoids contact as much as possible. A hush falls over the mess hall as everyone waits and watches Aurora. She is revered for her visions. She has saved this pack more times than any wolf shifter. Her visions allow Jackson to see any threat before it happens. After a couple of minutes, Aurora slumps forward and catches herself on the table. She’s panting hard and fast. Jax quickly jumps from his seat and makes his way over to her, handing her a glass of water. “It’s okay, you're okay. Deep breaths, babe.” Even now Jackson doesn’t touch her, he just reassures her with his words.

I sat on my knee in front of Aurora, placed my right hand on my chest, and asked, “How should they be punished for their insolent behavior, Queen Aurora.” The moment I uttered those words a hush fell over the crowd. Jack stepped forward and asked in a shaking voice, “What did you just say?” “Aurora is the Queen of Typhoon! Tyson shared his blood with her.” Jack’s face turned paler than a ghost and he kneeled to the ground instantly. The others followed the lead and kneeled too. Aurora tugged at my arms and whispered. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Ignoring her question, I jumped to my feet. It was better to leave before anyone got suspicious and decided to pick on us. I drew clo