Aurora's POV
I was never myself anymore, the way Clara sounded.
“Someone—someone followed me,” she gasped. “I think—I think they tried to,” a scream ripped through the phone.
Her voice sounded so raw, so terrified, it tore straight through my chest.
Zayne snatched the phone. “Clara! Where are you?!”
But there was no voice now. Only a rustling sound as we could hear in the background.
A low growl. And then silence.
At that moment, my hands shook violently. “Zayne, we have to find her. Now.”
His eyes darkened, the wolf beneath his skin rising like a storm.
“Get the keys,” he ordered. “We’re leaving.”
The drive to Clara’s location, an old forest trail near her home, felt like torture. Every second stretched, and every tree that flew past looked like a threat.
When we finally reac
