Chapter 87
Aurora’s POV
The morning sun filtered through the windows of the training hall, casting long beams of light across the floor. It should have felt warm and comforting, but instead, the rays only highlighted the weight of what I was carrying. My powers—the ones I barely understood, the ones that felt too vast and chaotic—still hummed just beneath my skin, waiting to surge forth and consume everything in their path.
I stood in the center of the room, breathing hard, trying to steady the whirlwind inside me. Hunter and Rowan watched from the sidelines, their eyes filled with concern and determination. They were trying to help, I knew that, but sometimes it felt like nothing could help. This power wasn’t something that could be harnessed. It was too big, too wild.
"Again," Hunte
