Caleb’s P.O.V

I knocked on the door softly, almost hesitant, like I was intruding on a moment too tender to break. The wooden surface felt cold beneath my knuckles, and for a brief second, I wondered if she had already fallen asleep. It was late—the kind of quiet that only creeps in when the world decides to hush itself. My heart thudded in my chest, unsure why I felt so anxious over something as simple as a door and a girl. But she wasn’t just any girl. She was Aurora. My mate, ...