Aurora's POV
When we reached the packhouse, the smell of the air had changed. The sharp, sterile scent of silver and the fear that had filled the atmosphere earlier were gone. Now, there was a heavy, quiet stillness. It was much calmer—the loud shouting of the guards had softened into hushed whispers. The whole place felt like it was holding its breath.
Knox didn't let go of my hand as we walked through the halls. He stayed close, providing a steady strength that I was too tired to fight. My head was low, my eyes red and burning from crying. I was still wearing his large leather jacket like a shield against the world. Every wolf we passed bowed their head, but I didn't care about them. I only cared about the person waiting for me behind the big doors of the medical room.
We reached the tall, white doors. My heart, which had been aching all day, suddenly began to race. It beat faster with panic… Knox stopped and gave a sharp, steady knock.
