Auren’s POV
This was the very last place I expected to find one of them.
And yet, here she was. One of them.
Lorien.
Even her name felt ill-fitted to her. At first glance, she had seemed meek, pliant little more than a shadow of a girl. But in the last few minutes, I’d watched her temper flare before she forced it back under control, and it had given me pause. Perhaps there was still something alive inside her, a slow-burning fire just waiting for its chance to raze everything she touched.
I hadn’t expected her to be with this pack, but that hair bright as spilled flame was a dead giveaway. She hadn’t even bothered to disguise it.
My first instinct had been to strike. I had been seconds from ending her myself when a tug, low and insistent, stirred in my chest. It whispered of another
