Aurora’s POV

The night air pressed cool against my skin. I stood naked on the wooden platform, the fabric of my robe lying forgotten at my feet. Dozens of eyes were on me, but all I saw was him.

Alpha Gray’s gaze was fixed on mine, steady, unwavering, strong enough to hold me upright when my knees wanted to give.

A month with the witch coven had changed me. I had carried weights, balanced on beams, studied spells until my throat was dry.

My body was tougher, but it was more than that. My ...