Chapter 392 Beginning Of The Storm

• Aurora’s P.O.V
• The wind outside howled like a beast denied, thrashing through the trees and slamming against the walls of the packhouse with desperate fists of cold. Another storm. They always came at night now, as if the very world knew that peace didn’t belong to us anymore.
• I lay curled up beside Caleb, the warmth of his body the only thing anchoring me in the present. My fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt as if holding on could somehow slow the unraveling of everything around us. The window panes rattled with each gust of wind, and the dim light of the lantern on my nightstand flickered, casting dancing shadows on the ceiling above us.