Aurora's P.O.V

It was eerily quiet in the woods, the kind of silence that felt like it was waiting to pounce at any moment. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of pine and earth, and the crunch of leaves under our boots seemed much louder than it should've been. I glanced at my watch----one forty--five AM, exactly when we had planned to slip out. Alice was walking close beside me, her breath clouding in the cool air, her voice low when she whispered.

"Are you sure no ...