AURORA'S POV:
I don’t sleep, I can't sleep. Not really. I drift, restless, caught somewhere between dreams and nightmares. Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes of silver fur, crimson eyes, trees blurring as I run too fast, too wild.
My body still aches, my muscles twitch with phantom memories. My wolf is awake now. She doesn’t sleep, so neither do I.
By the time the sun spills through my curtains, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Twice. Then reversed over. I sit up slowly, the oversized hoodie Jon gave me still wrapped around my body like armor. My limbs feel heavier than they should. My skin doesn’t quite feel like mine.
I get dressed in autopilot. Loose jeans, a hoodie of my own this time, and hair pulled into a messy braid that I don't bother perfecting. My eyes are rimme
