Aurora’s P.O.V

The morning air was thick with tension, and despite the sun rising slowly in the sky, casting golden streaks across the packhouse walls, I couldn’t breathe easy. Caleb stood beside me, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, but I could feel the way his knee bounced every few seconds—he was just as nervous as I was. Avery was pacing back and forth, chewing on her thumb in silence, while Maggie stood across from me, stiff as a statue, her jaw clenched and her eyes ...