Aurora’s P.O.V

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling cold despite the fire crackling not far from where we stood. The flames danced in the corner of my vision, casting long shadows that made the forest seem more alive than it should have been. My voice hovered at the back of my throat, tight and hesitant. I wanted to say it—I needed to say it. That maybe, just maybe, all the misfortune that had rained down on our pack lately had one common denominator: me. Maybe I was ...