Aurora's POV
"Knock, knock."
The knock comes soft, careful, nothing like the maids at Redmoon who used to barge in without waiting for an answer.
"Miss Aurora." A tray settles onto the table by the side of the window. Scrambled eggs, bacon, croissant, and a fruit salad, something warm under a cloth. "Alpha Damien already had Noah taken to the pack school. He said not to wake you."
I sit up too fast, and the words take a second to land.
"He had?"
"Yes, miss, this morning." She sets a cup of Latte down beside the tray.
I sit there with the blanket pooled around my waist, and something warm moves through my chest that has nothing to do with the coffee.
Noah, up and dressed and walked to a school full of strangers, and I slept through all of it. Damien didn't wake me. Didn't ask. Just
