Aurora's POV
I lay on my bed, the silence of my apartment feeling as if it were crushing me. It was late, and Oliver hadn't called me since he dropped me off this morning. A part of me wondered if he was busy with Pack business, or if he was still angry that I had chosen to go to my own place instead of staying with him.
I picked up my phone, my fingers shaking as I dialed his number. I just needed to hear his voice—the kind, gentle voice of the King—to drown out the memory of the Monster's growl.
It rang and rang. No pickup.
I tried again. Then a third time. My heart hammered against my ribs, a cold knot forming in my stomach.
"Maybe he's just busy," I whispered to the dark room. "He's the Alpha King. He has a whole Pack to run. What do I expect?"
