Aurora's POV
The musty attic of the Nightshade Pack house creaked under my feet as I sifted through dusty boxes and forgotten relics. After the revelation about the Stellar Conclave, I'd been driven by an insatiable need to uncover more about my heritage. Something told me the answers I sought were hidden here, among the remnants of past generations.
"Aurora?" Mason's voice drifted up from below. "Are you still up there? Ethan's getting anxious."
I rolled my eyes, brushing cobwebs from my hair. "Tell him I'm fine. I just need a few more minutes."
As I spoke, my hand brushed against something cool and metallic. A jolt of energy surged through me, making me gasp. Heart racing, I pulled out an intricately carved silver box, its surface etched with constellations I'd never seen before.
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