Aurora’s P.O.V

The next morning, the air was crisp with the lingering chill of dawn as I walked side by side with Ashton, Maggie, and Avery, heading toward the woods behind the packhouse. The nerves twisting in my stomach weren’t just mine—I could feel the same anxious energy radiating from the others. This was our first session of magic, a moment that had been building up for days. Yet, we weren’t alone. Guards surrounded the area, their sharp eyes scanning the trees, ensuring ...