Aurora’s POV
The battlefield was pure chaos — a blur of claws, teeth, and blood-soaked earth. Wolves clashed with rogues beneath the pale moonlight, their growls and screams mixing with the metallic scent of death. My breath came in sharp gasps as I fought, my body aching, my spirit refusing to break.
We were holding our ground — barely — until I saw him.
Through the haze of battle, a familiar figure emerged, cutting through the chaos with terrifying precision. My heart froze, and for one foolish moment, I wished I’d been wrong. But there was no mistaking that broad frame or those cold, calculating eyes.
Uncle Dexter.
The man who had betrayed me long ago, who had sold me like I was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted games, now stood boldly beside Caleb.
“Dexter…” The name tore f
