Aurora’s  P.O.V

The soft knock on the door pulled me from the fragile cocoon of sleep. I blinked, disoriented, my senses slowly catching up to the morning light filtering through the curtains. Riley and Caroline were still curled up beside me, their breathing slow and peaceful. A sight that should have comforted me, yet the moment of serenity was fleeting, replaced by a quiet unease that had settled in my chest long before I closed my eyes last night.

Carefully, I ...