The world was... grey.

It felt like time had stopped as dark clouds pulled over the entire silver Fang pack. It seemed like the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

It had been three days since the attack and Aurora kept her gaze fixated on the man who saved her. Intently, like nothing mattered except the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Aurora hadn’t moved from the chair beside his bed since the moment they brought him in. She hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept, hadn’t spoken.

The healers came and went, the witches worked quietly, sometimes whispering things she didn’t understand, but she didn’t care.

Her whole body was stiff, her...