Aurora’s POV
Lucas picked me up the next morning, which I think was supposed to feel normal, but did not.
He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with his keys in his hand and the easy grin already in place, and I smiled back at him. He genuinely made me happy.
I had not seen Logan since breakfast.
Every time I heard his footsteps in the hall, I went the other way.
Every time my wolf sat up inside my chest, I shoved her back down so hard she went quiet for hours. I would catch her trying to listen for him through the walls, and I would snap at her, mentally.
She kept doing it anyway.
She wanted to kneel at his feet. Those were the words she put in my head, and I almost threw up when I felt them. Kneel. Like he was something to be worshiped.
Absolutely not.
I did not care how
