Keith’s POV

The garage was dim except for the small glow of the dashcam screen. The hum of the machine filled the silence, steady and low.

I stood there, staring at the video playing for the third time. My eyes stayed locked on every movement, every second, afraid I had missed something.

Frame by frame, the footage moved slowly. The car rolled along the road from the werewolf psychiatric hospital. Aurora sat in the back seat, her head turned toward the window.

Her face was pale. Her body was ...