Aurora’s POV

The tension in the room had not faded. Even after Helen’s confession, the air still pressed down heavy, as though the truth was not finished yet.

I rose slowly from my chair, the ache in my leg sharp but manageable. My hand closed around the edge of the desk where I had set a folder earlier.

I lifted it, the weight of it grounding me, and stepped forward until I stood in front of Alpha Damian.

“This,” I said, holding the folder out to him, “will prove why the hospital ...