Aurora's POV
For a long, heavy moment, neither of us moved. The elite warriors and Knox stood around the black SUVs, totally silent. They looked between Oliver and me, sensing the thick, heavy emotion locking us together. Knox wiped a layer of dirt and sweat from his forehead, looking at me with a mixture of pity and relief, but he didn't say a word. He knew better than to step into the space between an Alpha and his woman.
"Aurora..." Oliver muttered. His voice was a low, rough scrape in the quiet yard.
The sound of my name on his lips broke the spell holding my feet to the ground. I didn't walk; I ran. I covered the distance between us in seconds, my bare feet hitting the hard, sharp gravel of the driveway. I didn't care about the pain. I didn't care about the warriors watching us. I didn't care about anything else in the world.
