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    Aurora’s P.O.V

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    The moment I saw Caleb pushing through the chaos, his face twisted in desperation, my heart

    clenched. He was running toward me, his eyes locked onto mine, but I knew–this wasn’t about me.

    Not now. Not when there were others who needed him more. My throat burned as I screamed at him,

    my voice raw and desperate.

    “Save the others! Caleb, don’t–just go!”

    For a second, he faltered, torn between me and the others still bound by the cold stone wall, still

    terrified. But then the room swelled with movement. More people poured in, familiar faces I never thought I’d see again. Relief washed over me so suddenly that my knees nearly buckled. They were

    here. Alpha Camden, Caroline, several of the guards from the pack. We weren’t alone.

    The guards moved towards the women, their hands moving quickly, untying the women, pulling them to their feet, whispering reassurances as they stumbled forward, their eyes wide with disbelief.

    Then it happened.

    The chant stopped.

    Harmona’s voice, once a steady and ominous hum, cut off so abruptly that the silence rang louder

    than the noise. My breath hitched as I looked up, my pulse hammering against my ribs. The blood- thick, dark, and unnatural–had been swirling above us in a slow, hypnotic circle. Without the chant holding it in ce, it copsed, crashing down like a cursed waterfall. It drenched us, the thick, metallic scent overwhelming my senses. My skin crawled as the warm liquid clung to my clothes, my hair, my face. I gasped, blinking against the sting in my eyes, but my gaze snapped to Harmona, who stood frozen, her entire body shaking with rage and something else–agony.

    “No!” Harmona shrieked, her voice breaking as her gaze darted around the room. “You ruined everything!” Her hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms so hard that fresh blood dripped to the ground.

    I barely had a second to react before the entire room exploded in a blinding, unnatural green light. A force mmed into my chest, knocking the breath out of my lungs as my body flew backward. The wind howled, a phantom gust of something far beyond humanprehension sweeping through the

    space.

    I hit the ground hard, pain radjating through my limbs as I gasped, struggling to breathe, to think, Around me, everyone else had been thrown back as well, bodies sprawled across the cold floor, groaning, disoriented. My head spun as I tried to push myself up, my palms slipping against the slick floor coated in blood.

    The air had changed. It was heavier now, thick with something dark and foreboding. I forced my head up, my breath catching in my throat ias /iI saw Harmona standing in the center of the destruction, her blood–soaked figure shaking with something violent, something unnatural. And then, sheughed–low, guttural, chilling.

    It made a shudder run down my spine, a chill settling in my very bones.

    The room felt like it was closing in on me. A deafening crash echoed in my ears, and before I could even react, the world around me was thrown into chaos. Caleb and Caroline were sprawled on the ground, most of our wolf soldiers knocked out cold. The scent of burnt air and desperation lingered in the heavy silence that followed. I staggered to my knees, my breath shallow and frantic. The wind picked up again, swirling in the room like an unstoppable force, tearing through the air with an

    angry roar.

    “Caleb!” I screamed, my voice raw with panic, my heart hammering in my chest. I reached out to him, but he was too far away, barely moving. “Caleb, get up!”

    He groaned, his body shaking as he pushed himself off the floor, his eyes dazed and unfocused. His arm stretched toward me, but he couldn’t make it. I turned toward Caroline, her face pale as she dragged herself toward me, her movements slow and painful.

    “Caroline, no,” I gasped, her effort reminding me of everything we had been through. “Stay back, it’s

    not safe!”

    But she shook her head stubbornly. “I won’t leave you. Not now.”

    I could barely hear her over the rush of wind. Another gust hit, pulling at my hair, my clothes, my very soul. I could feel it–the force of it, suffocating me, pushing against me, wanting to break me. And then, in that stillness that followed, a voice. A voice that wasn’t my own but was familiar,forting in its intensity. It was my mother’s voice, clear in my mind, but it didn’t sound like a warning this time.

    “Fight back, Aurora,” she said, the words imprinted on my heart, the urgency in them burning through my chest.

    I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands trembling as I desperately sought something–anything–to help me. My thoughts scattered, lost in the storm of panic. “How?!” I cried out to her, my voice breaking. “How do I fight back?”

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