Aurora’s POV
The front door slammed shut so hard the small mirror on the wall shook.
I did not stop to think. I did not waste time crying.
I ran to the front door, pushed the heavy iron bolt into place, and dropped the wooden bar across the middle.
My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the wood straight.
Outside, Mrs. Gable was running down the dirt road. I could hear her heavy shoes hitting the gravel, yelling for the neighbors to come out.
Silverwood was a tiny town. In less than fifteen minutes, people from the sawmill and the church would be standing on my porch with sticks and flashlights.
I turned around and ran back into the bedroom.
Leo was still standing in the middle of the room on his own two feet.
His eyes were back to normal dark brown, but he was watching
