Aurora's POV
I follow him up to his office, and the whole way there I try to make myself presentable, smoothing my sweatpants flat with both palms, dragging my fingers through the tangled ends of my hair, giving up twice and starting again.
He walks half a step ahead of me, and I can't help but notice the width of his shoulders, the way his waist narrows sharp beneath them, muscle shifting under the fabric of his shirt with every stride like the clothes are only a suggestion laid over something far more solid. He carries himself tall and unhurried, the kind of presence that doesn't need to announce itself.
Every wolf we pass in the corridor stops what they're doing. Heads dip. Backs straighten into something close to a bow. Nobody has to be told. I watch it happen three times before we
