CHAPTER 10

The crisp autumn air nipped at Aurora's cheeks as she walked towards the familiar clearing, a haven of peace nestled amidst the towering pines. It had been a month since she had last seen Amelia, her closest confidante, her sister in all but blood. The recent attack, the aftermath of Jaxon's injury, the constant worry that gnawed at her, had kept her tethered to Dawnsville, unable to venture out. But today, she yearned for the comfort of Amelia's presence, the solace of their shared secrets, the warmth of their unspoken understanding.

As she reached the clearing, she saw Amelia sitting on a moss-covered boulder, her back against a towering pine, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Her hair, a cascade of auburn curls, was caught by the wind, framing a face that was both beautiful and strong, a reflection of the woman she had become.

"Amelia," Aurora called out, her voice a soft whisper carried by the wind.

Amelia turned, her eyes widening in surprise, a smile blooming on her fa