Dante's POV
Nivia’s words rang in my head even as I strode down the narrow corridor. “Someone from our pack is looking for you.” I had thought nothing of it at first, assuming it was a minor report or a pointless message. But the moment I stepped into the empty alcove and saw one of my spies I had put in here , I knew it was far more.
He pressed a folded note into my palm without a word, his eyes darting to the walls as though even the bricks had ears. Then he turned sharply on his heel and vanished before I could speak.
I unfolded the paper with my thumb, my gut tightening.
12th August, it’ll break off. I frowned. Break off?
And then below it, in small, rushed script: 12th September.
I froze. My pulse lurched into a gallop as my mind seized around a single thought.
Aurora.
Her fa
