Aurora’s POV
The ancient archive room had become our sanctuary as Mason and I worked through the night. A crisis had emerged - several pack members had fallen into a mysterious sleep, their energy being slowly drained by what appeared to be shadow magic. We'd been searching the old texts for hours, looking for anything that might help.
"Here," I said, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. "Another reference to the shadow plague. It says the Shadow Lords used it to weaken packs before launching larger attacks."
Mason leaned over my shoulder to read, his warmth seeping into me. My wings, which I'd manifested to provide light as we worked, fluttered in response to his proximity.
"They're testing us," he murmured, his breath tickling my ear. "Seeing how we respond to a threat to the pack."
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