AURORA'S POV
The chilling wind brushed against my skin as I slept on the cold floor. I couldn't contain the strong feeling in my chest that something was horribly wrong back in Velmoria. Was that a mindlink, a vision, or maybe I was just losing it from being in this dreadful lycan territory?
Oh well, I would never know. I stretched myself up from the floor that Sera ordered me to sleep on; it seems they don't have manners in this kingdom because I deserved a bed at least. I am still human or whatever thing I am.
I groaned as I felt my body ache. Somebody give me a massage or something.
The door slightly opened and a tall, cute man with an apron neatly hung on his naked chest stepped inside. He held a tray with neatly folded clothes.
He walked in without even waiting for me to let him
