Aurora's alarm rang too early for her to wake up. It was as if she never slept a second after she had gone to bed the other night. She felt weak and exhausted. She wanted to get back to bed but she couldn't. She had to be at the pack building where the rogues would be given their final judgment.

She used her thumb to rub her dark circles, staring at herself inside the five feet mirror in her washroom.

After her bath, she brought out another pair of her uniform to wear. Satisfied with her ...