Chapter 402 Not The Jade We Knew

• Aurora’s P.O.V
• I stood by the wall with my arms folded across my chest, the dull throb of anticipation pulsing through me like a second heartbeat. It had been half an hour—thirty long, silent minutes that stretched and dragged with the weight of worry. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air like a ghost that refused to leave. My foot tapped anxiously against the tile floor, and I kept my eyes fixed on the door, praying that Maggie was okay. Every second without news chipped away at the fragile calm I was desperately trying to hold together.
• Then finally, the door creaked open. I straightened up so fast it made my head spin, and when Maggie stepped out—bandaged and leaning a little to one side—I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Relief flooded through me, warm and dizzying, and I rushed forward just as Demitri, one of our pack’s doctors, followed her out.