*~Aurora's POV~*
I just left him standing there, my breath heavy with anger. I can't go to my room and sleep with this bad attitude. The rage is so consuming, I can hardly breathe. I need fresh air.
And I don't even know what's happening. How are those wolves—the ones I saw die—alive? How are they fucking alive? They should be dead. Their existence makes me look like a liar. Even I can't believe the truth anymore—the truth I witnessed with my own two eyes.
Whatever is happening, I need to get stronger. I need to stop being weak, stop crying over damn Leon. I must be strong. I must face damn Ed Strong.
I swallowed hard and hugged myself tightly. It's already night. The perfect time.
I went downstairs. I, Aurora, am the only witch to ever learn how to use dark magic. Dahlia—the one who taught me—is now dead. Every witch who uses dark magic must pay a price: they either die or lose a part of their body.
