The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 211

12:21 Thu, Jan 29 G GB.

Chapter 211

The words never made it to my mouth.

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They stayed locked behind my teeth, heavy and secret, because I wasn’t ready–not for questions, not for explanations, not for the

weight of saying it out loud.

So I carried it alone.

The dream.

The heat of it.

Her awakening.

Her voice.

All of it stayed with me… quietly, insistently, refusing to let go.

The week passed in a blur I barely remembered living through.

Classes. Hallways. Meals. Sleep that didn’t feel like sleep.

And underneath it all, the constant hum of something new inside me–unsettling, wild, waiting.

By the time Saturday rolled around, the academy was buzzing about he winter dance like it was the event of the century. Every corner I turned, someone was talking about dresses or dates or decorations. I tried to ignore it. Truly, I did.

I told my roommates no at least fifteen different times.

Firmly. Repeatedly. With the full intention of staying in my pajamas all night.

But Lira didn’t believe in the word no.

Riven didn’t respect the word no.

Mira pretended she hadn’t even heard me say the word no.

And Selene… well, she wasn’t in the room when the ambush happened, but I doubted she would’ve saved me even if she was.

They decided–without hesitation and without remorse–to buy me a dress.

A whole dress.

I walked in one afternoon to find it hanging on my bed, the three of them standing proudly like they’d just solved world hunger. They looked so pleased with themselves it was infuriating.

They begged.

They pleaded.

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Chapter 211

They threw pillows.

They started listing reasons that made absolutely no sense but somehow wore me down anyway.

And eventually–after a ridiculous amount of insisting–I caved.

I said yes.

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A soft, resigned yes, but still a yes.

Some part of me wondered if it would distract me, even just for a night. The constant pressure in my chest, the whisper of my wolf, the confusion that had lodged itself deep in my thoughts.

And Zayn.

I hadn’t seen much of him this entire week.

Not really. Not in the way that mattered.

The few times our paths crossed, he kept his distance–quiet, respectful, painfully controlled.

I had asked him for space, and… surprisingly… he gave it to me.

He didn’t push.

He didn’t corner me.

He didn’t do the thing he usually did–hovering at the edges of my life, impossible to ignore.

He just… let me be.

And strangely, that unsettled me even more.

So now there was the dress, the dance, the swirling mess inside my chest, and one truth I still hadn’t said out loud to anyone:

I wasn’t ready.

But the night was coming anyway.