Aurora looked out of the window to the grounds in front of Raffaele’s packhouse, watching the pack’s warriors train. The sun was just about to set, the sky was shining in beautiful colours ranging from light blue to orange, and the evening air was a little chilly all the way up here in the mountains, but the men downstairs were wearing nothing but wide, comfortable pants, their bare upper bodies glistening with sweat. Usually, a sight like that would have excited her, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
After spending another night at Matteo’s place in Milan and talking – just talking – about their situation, they decided that she would go back to South Tyrol, but not back home. They still hadn’t found the two men who followed her, and they still didn’t know who sent them in the first place
