*~Cayden's POV~*
Caspian and Hazel had just left—not long ago. And honestly… he was right.
I am the Alpha. I have a lot to deal with. Responsibilities. A pack to lead. I shouldn't be roaming around restlessly, chasing ghosts.
But still… my thoughts were crashing down like a million bricks.
How? When? How did Cyrius return? How did he resurrect from the graveyard, I personally sealed shut and buried?
None of it made sense, I rushed to Aurora's room. She was on the floor, her clothes soaked with blood.
"Aurora… are you okay?" I asked, panic clear in my voice.
She looked up at me, her face pale but calm. "I'm fine," she breathed. "I just need to limit my use of dark magic for a while. It's… draining me."
"Yes, you need to stop," I said firmly, my eyes scanning every inch of her for fresh wounds.
She gave a weak smile. "Why are you here?"
I hesitated.
She wasn't in the best state, but I had no time for soft approaches.
