Aurora’s POV

For a long moment after the ambush, I simply stood there with Gray, our breathing tangled in the same cold air.

My heart was still pounding from the terror, but also from something far deeper, the relief of seeing him alive. Truly alive. Strong. Steady. As if nothing had ever touched him.

Yet hours before, he had barely been able to sit up.

“How?” I whispered, hands trembling as I touched his face. “How are you even standing right now? You should be in bed. You, ”

He ...