Aurora's POV
I pull my hair back into a thick braid at the nape of my neck, purple pullover, same color sweatpants, the white mesh sneakers still creased at the toe from the box. Anyway, I look almost like someone who belongs on a training ground.
I don't feel like it.
My stomach's been in a knot since I laced these shoes up. I have no wolf. No accelerated healing, no extra strength waiting under my skin for the moment I need it. It wasn't that I wanted to admit how cowardly I was.
The truth was, the gap between a human and a werewolf was enormous—far bigger than most people could imagine. Could you imagine what it felt like to have a two-hundred-pound Alpha wolf charging at you from a hundred yards away? Even the wind kicked up by its sprint felt like blades scraping across your face
