Aurora’s P.O.V

The air felt heavier the moment I stepped into the packhouse. The familiar scent of pinewood and the faint smell of sweat lingering in the halls didn’t bring the usual comfort—it just made my stomach twist even more. I didn’t even wait to settle in or greet anyone. My feet carried me straight to the training wing, where I knew he’d be. Caleb. The only one who could possibly make sense of this mess brewing inside me.

I heard the rhythmic pounding of fists ...