Leo's POV

The rhythmic drip of water in the corner of the cell block was the only sound breaking the heavy silence after Max retreated, his posture stiff with unspoken worry. Aurora's cell door was shut, a thick slab of reinforced steel that contained not just a prisoner, but a conundrum. She was an anomaly, a variable I hadn't quite accounted for. Most people, given her circumstances – isolated, starved, exhausted, faced with the overwhelming might of the Alpha's pack – would have ...