Aurora's POV
I'm already dressed when the sky is still grey, the signed envelope tucked under my arm. I hand it over to the Post counter, watch the clerk stamp it, and walk out into the fresh morning air.
Done. Both signatures, dated, submitted. Whatever Logan does now, whatever Eileen does now — it doesn't matter. The paperwork had already been on its way.
Given the speed of the Werewolf Court, it would probably take about two weeks before the agreement was processed—right around the time we'd be gone.
I let myself breathe for a moment on the steps.
Then I head back toward the house.
The hallway is too quiet. I notice it the moment I come through the gate, a stillness that sits wrong. I slow down.
The door bursts open.
Jasmine comes through it like something launched, pale and mas
