Aurora's POV
I stood at the edge of the training field, pacing restlessly. I felt like every wolf around me makes me feel about six inches shorter than I am.
My palms are damp. I press them flat against my thighs and will them dry, but they don't listen. My pulse taps hard and fast against my own throat, and I count breaths without meaning to, "one, two, three", trying to slow something that won't slow.
Then the gate at the far end opens; Damien strode in, Beta Kalen and two soldiers following behind him. His lips were pressed into a hard line, his expression stern. With his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised, he surveyed everyone present. Wherever his gaze fell, every wolf in the yard straightened at once, like a string pulled tight through all of them.
I don't look at
