Aurora's heart raced as she stood at the entrance of the ancient temple, the scent of incense heavy in the air. The Council of Elders regarded her with solemn eyes, their age-old wisdom etched into their expressions. She could feel the prophecies swirling around her, and the threads of fate seemed to be drawing tighter.

"The time has come, Aurora," Celeste said, her voice a reassuring anchor in the midst of the uncertainty.

Aurora looked into each alpha's eyes Damien's intensity, Ethan's warmth, and Gabriel's enigmatic depth. They had faced trials that would have broken the spirit of most, but their bond had only grown stronger, defying the curse that...