Aurora's POV
It took two days—literally two days—for word to spread and my father’s forces to be on our doorstep. Damien assured us that the castle was magically protected, but Azura wasn’t convinced. Her restless snarls echoed in my head, her tension clawing at my resolve. She wanted control, and I was fighting her for it.
The internal battle left me drained. My powers were so unstable they burned through me, leaving me fragile and on edge.
It’s been four days since Annalise slipped into her mysterious state, and still, she hasn’t woken up. We’ve all taken turns sitting in her room, watching her thrash and tremble, her body visibly at war with itself. The Moon Goddess spends hours at her side, her touch the only thing that calms Annalise’s violent episodes.
But today feels different.
