Aurora’s POV
“Just breathe, Aurora,” Thorne says, resting his hands on my hips. The touch is soft yet firm and again, incredibly distracting. “She’s there. I can feel her just beneath the surface.”
“I can too, but…” I try to reach within like he told me, but I can’t quite connect with my wolf. “What if she still doesn’t come out? What do we do?”
He doesn’t give up, though, which is so normal for him. I don’t know how he’s so strong and positive after my wolf refuses to respond. Thorne peers down at me with those confident eyes of his, the ones that always make me think he can see into my soul.
“Then we call her,” he says, squeezing my waist slightly. “Together.”
Nodding, I close my eyes and call for my wolf. I reach for her, wanting and needing to make a connection. A thrum of som
