Paris’ POV
I was so overwhelmed with emotion that tears flooded my face. It was a silent cry, born of pure happiness.
I couldn’t believe it.
At last—after so many years.
And it had happened just like in the stories Eve had told me: at the moment of greatest danger, my wolf had finally revealed herself.
“Do you have a name?” I asked, unable to contain my joy.
“My name is Aurora,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
“You can’t imagine how long I’ve waited for this moment, Aurora. Every night I went to sleep crying because you hadn’t appeared, every morning I woke up hoping that this would finally be the day you came, and every time I prayed to the Goddess for you to reveal yourself. Aurora, truly—”
Emotion overwhelmed me and swallowed the rest of my words, even as I spoke them
