Aurora’s POV

The moment Alpha Gray told Fiona to examine me, she wasted no time. She crossed the wide hallway with a purposeful stride, her white coat flapping around her knees.

I watched her, still clutching the small bag I had brought from the Donald family’s home. Fiona gave a quick, sharp nod. “Come with me. I need to check you over,” she said.

Her voice was brisk, with the kind of authority I remembered from pack medics, but she had none of the coldness of my old life. I followed ...