“Think this through!” he pleaded, chasing after me. “Aurora wouldn’t—there’s no way she—You’re not thinking clearly!”
But it was too late.
As I stormed out, my wolf howled inside my chest. It wasn’t just pain fueling him. It was desperation. Desperation and resolve clashing in equal measure.
If Aurora thought this would end without me having the final word, she was wrong.
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(Aurora’s POV)
Marcus’s car hummed along the highway as I stared out the window. The sunlight caught the soft silver highlights of my hair, spilling across the dashboard.
His earlier words played on a loop in my head.
"Our meeting at that club wasn’t entirely chance," he’d said.
The slight smile he gave when he said it lingered in my memory. My wolf Cora, though still weak, stirred at the thought. Ma
