Gino’s POV
When I stepped into that small, dimly lit room, I had to steel myself against a flood of memories that rushed back with a vengeance. Aurora. The very name sent a cascade of anger and regret through me. I had thought I had left that life behind and erased the past with a stroke of ambition and the determination to carve out something new. But looking at her now, defiant and stubborn on that sagging mattress, I felt the weight of our shared history settle heavily on my shoulders.
Aurora had been part of my old pack, back when I was just another wolf trying to find his place in a world that didn’t care about the complexities of loyalty or betrayal. We had once been close, bound by blood, shared difficulties, and the unfiltered anguish of being part of something bigger than oursel
