Aurelia POV
I didn't decide to move but my body moved before my mind caught up, some deep, instinctive pull dragging me forward through the panicked crowd toward Helena's collapsed form. It was the same instinct that had guided my hand to hers in the banquet hall months ago, the same warmth that surged through me the moment our skin touched.
I didn't understand it. I didn't try to understand it. I just knew, with absolute certainty, that I needed to reach her.
"Aurelia, wait!" Selina's voice called behind me, but I already slipped from her grip, weaving between shoulders and elbows, pushing through wolves too consumed by their own panic to notice one more body forcing its way toward the front.
"Move!" someone shouted.
"Give the healers room!"
I ignored all of it, my eyes fixed on Hel
