Aurora’s POV
Forever Is Not a Contract.
The night refused to let us rest.
Even after the howls faded and the pack slowly gathered itself, the air stayed heavy, charged with something unfinished.
The moon still hung too bright above us, like it was watching—waiting for the next mistake, the next choice.
Zayne stood behind me, took me close enough that I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart against my back. His arms wrapped around my waist, not possessive, not demanding, just there. Solid. Certain.
As if he was anchoring me to the ground.
His lips brushed my ear, his voice so low it felt like it belonged only to me.
“This isn’t a contract,” he whispered. “This is forever.” My breath caught.
Those words should have scared me. Forever was a word people used lightly, like it did
