Aurora's P.O.V

The wind rustled through the tall pines as I stood at the edge of the clearing, arms folded tightly across my chest, trying to keep my breathing steady. The morning sun filtered through the leaves, casting golden patterns on the forest floor, but the warmth it brought couldn't reach the chill that had settled in my bones. Maggie was a few feet away, pretending to be focused on adjusting her stance, one hand brushing the hem of her hoodie like she was casually ...