Aurora's POV
As I stood before Mason, the air crackled with tension, my heart thundering in my chest. We were in his office at the Pack A headquarters, a place that once felt like home but now seemed as foreign as the moon. The mahogany desk between us might as well have been an ocean.
"You accused me of theft," I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "You believed I would steal from my own mother."
Mason's eyes, those hazel orbs that once looked at me with love, now held a mixture of confusion and wariness. "Aurora, I—"
"No," I cut him off, raising a hand. "Let me finish."
I reached into my bag, pulling out a thick folder. The papers inside rustled as I spread them across his desk, each one a piece of evidence, a fragment of my shattered innocence.
"Bank statemen
