The wind was cold and it caused goosebumps to spread throughout Aurora's skin as she walked. Aurora didn’t shift back after killing Felix.

Her paws were aching, her fur still glowing violently but none of it compared to the weight pressing against her chest. She could still feel the ghost of Felix’s final breath, still see the way his eyes had lost their light the moment she crushed the stone.

But she didn’t cry for him.

The golden fur faded off her skin slowly as the trees of Silverfang territory came into view. Cold air rushed into her lungs. The forest she had always known felt different now, quieter, duller,...