Gray’s POV

I spent the rest of that afternoon pacing through the halls, the conversation with Fiona replaying over and over in my mind. Every word, every detail of Aurora’s injuries and exhaustion haunted me.

I kept telling myself she was safe now, but my instincts refused to settle. It was like my wolf wouldn’t let me drop my guard for even a second.

Not long after I left Aurora with Fiona, she came looking for me. Her footsteps were hurried and uneven, and her face was pale with ...