Aurora’s POV

The walls of Alpha Gray’s packhouse pressed against me like a cage. The bed beneath me was soft, warmer than anything I had laid on in years, but I couldn’t rest. My body ached for sleep, yet my mind refused to quiet.

I wasn’t safe here.

I didn’t trust these people.

Every shadow in the room reminded me of the psychiatric hospital. Every whisper in the halls sounded like plotting.

Even though Alpha Gray had saved me from those men, even though he had left orders for me to ...