Aurora placed her hands on her hips, glaring at me with disgust. My chest tightened as the accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. “That’s not what this is about,” I replied, shaking my head, desperate to redirect the conversation. The truth of my feelings for Harriet was far more complicated than a simple affair; it was about bonds unbroken, choices unmade, and a connection that transcended mere lust.
“Then what is it about? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you're still hung up on a woman who walked out on this pack!” Aurora's voice was rising again, sharper and more desperate, and I could see the breaking point of her patience.
“She left to save herself. This is about her happiness, not some petty jealousy game you’re trying to play.” I took a step forward, ma
