Chapter Nineteen

Aurora's POV

I look out the window of my lavish bedroom in the Lycan city, Lythorin. Below me is a race of Lycans, I've been taught to fear my entire life goes about their lives. They are indifferent to my loneliness.

We aren't physically far from the Werewolf lands here, but I've never felt farther from home. Everything is different and foreign, and learning their culture has been a trial by fire that I've mostly failed.

One thing that hasn't changed is my outsider status. Even here, people whisper as I pass, and the familiar hiss of gossip follow me everywhere I go. I can feel the weight of their side-eyed stares, the looks of distaste and suspicion.

With a sigh, I wrap my arms around my tummy, and the precious soul growing within. How am I going to give birth to this baby here? How can I make a happy life for this pup? My baby is going to be vulnerable. I may be wolfless, but I will not allow any Lycan to threaten my child's safety.

I foresee only trouble ahead. Where is the light