Aurora pov

“I want to see her body,” I requested, turning toward Scott.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to Alpha Manuel as though seeking guidance.

“Show her,” Alpha Manuel ordered, his tone flat, leaving no room for refusal.

“Okay,” Scott muttered.

He wheeled out another table, this one also draped with a white cloth. With deliberate care, he pulled the fabric back, revealing Laura’s face.

I froze. My chest tightened, and my heartbeat pounded unevenly as I stared ...