Aurora’s P.O.V

It was early morning when we reached the gates. The air was still, save for the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional bird call. I stood with Caleb, Jade, and Caroline, the four of us clustered together, watching as Damien walked toward us. His steps were deliberate, his expression calm, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of emotion he tried to keep buried.

"You're really leaving, huh?" Caleb broke the silence, crossing his arms over his chest. ...