Aurora’s POV

The hunting grounds buzzed with leftover excitement, laughter, footsteps, and the distant echo of music drifting from the palace hall.

Wolves boasted about their catches. Noblewomen compared gowns and perfumes. Reporters swarmed like insects around anyone important.

Yet in the middle of all that noise, I felt a familiar chill crawl up my spine.

Keith.

His voice cut through the crowd like a blade.

“Aurora!”

I closed my eyes briefly. Not now. Not after everything, the ...