Aurora’s POV

The silence inside me was unbearable.

For years, even when I was at my weakest, I had always felt the steady hum of my wolf. Blue’s voice or her presence, she had been my anchor. But now, standing in this ancient corridor, all I felt was emptiness.

I pressed a hand to my chest, panic rising.

“My wolf,” I whispered. “She’s gone.”

One of the witches, a tall woman with pale hair flowing over her white robe, stepped forward. Her tone was calm, almost detached.

“She is ...