|| Third party POV ||

Two days.

That's how long Lilac had been counting the cracks in the prison walls, her fingers tracing the hidden vial in her boot as Aurora's distant cries tore at her heart. The witches had kept her weak— silver cuffs around her wrists, wolfsbane smoke in the air— but they couldn't stop her from planning.

'Just one chance... that's all we get... that's all we need,' she whispered to her wolf.

The door creaked open, and Coco slipped inside, a ...