Aurora’s POV

Keith stood stiffly in front of me, jaw tight, fingers flexing at his sides as if trying to steady himself. Helen hovered just half a step behind him, head lowered, lashes trembling with perfectly practiced fragility.

The moment I confronted her, Keith seized the chance to turn the blame back on me.

“You always think the worst of Helen,” he snapped. “She came all the way to the King to pray for the Silvermoon Wolf Clan. She did it for all of us.”

Helen’s expression ...