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Aurora’s POV

I stood outside the pack council building, the cold wind biting at my skin. The day had been a disaster—no, a nightmare. As much as I had been waiting for it to end, nothing prepared me for how hollow and broken I would feel after everything was said and done. Zayn had humiliated me in front of everyone, and I knew the gossip about our failed marriage was already spreading through the pack like wildfire.

I hadn’t been back home in over a year. The thought of going back to that small house, with its creaky doors and worn-out furniture, filled me with dread. More than anything, I didn’t want to see my father. He had never cared about me, not in the way fathers were supposed to care for their daughters. To him, I was just another burden he had to bear.

As the car pulled up in front of my house, I hesitated for a moment. The familiar sight of the peeling paint and sagging roof felt almost foreign to me now. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come, and step