Aurora’s POV
I was standing at the kitchen island, tearing into a sandwich. I couldn't even taste it because of how angry I felt when Vincent stepped in from the hall.
He moved quietly for an Alpha; most alphas like announcing their authority from far away. But I didn’t hear him until he was already leaning against the doorframe.
“Aurora.” His voice was gentle. “I know you are angry. But we really need to talk.”
My wolf stirred, lifting her head from where she’d been sulking in my chest. Control yourself, she whispered. You are acting out of place because of your emotions.
I bit into the sandwich harder than necessary. Chewing hard before I swallow. I didn’t look at him, but this was just because of my own stubbornness.
Vincent sighed. He crossed the room and sat on the stool across
