Aurora’s POV

When I woke up, pain pressed down on me from every direction. It was not sharp enough to make me cry out, but it was heavy and constant.

My chest felt tight when I breathed, and my arms ached even when I kept them still. I tried to move, but the moment I shifted, a firm hand stopped me.

“Aurora,” Alpha Alpha Graysaid calmly. “Don’t move yet.”

I opened my eyes slowly. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar stone, carved clean and smooth, nothing like the rooms I had grown ...