The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239

“F**k,” I muttered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

I looked at Zayn, really looked at him, searching his face for even the smallest crack of donke. “Are you suner

He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t soften it for me. He just nodded once, sharp and certain.

“I’m positive, Rory.”

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My chest tightened. Slowly, I turned back to the leader, my heart beating so hard it felt like it might bruise my ribs from the edile.

“Do you know where my father is now?” I asked. Then, quieter, like was afraid of the answer. “I mean… is my mother with that

The leader’s expression didn’t change, but her voice softened just enough to hurt more.

“No,” she said. “She’s in his woods, but not with him.”

I swallowed.

“I don’t know if he even knows she’s there,” she continued. “After she was returned… he found her. But she didn’t want to see him.

She pushed him away.”

Each word felt deliberate. Final.

“He tried,” the leader said calmly. “For a time. And then… he stopped.”

My throat burned.

“He’s married now,” she added. “To someone else.”

The room seemed to tilt, just slightly, like the ground beneath me had lost its balance.

Married.

I stood there, silent, trying to fit all of it together–my mother, hidden in the woods of the man who loved her, and my father, alve and close and impossibly distant. And somehow, none of them together.

Nothing about it felt whole.

“So…” My voice came out quieter than I meant it to. “He doesn’t know about me?”

I asked it anyway, even though the answer had already settled heavy in my chest.

She shook her head.

“As far as I know,” she said, “he doesn’t.”

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Chapter 239

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I nodded once. The motion felt distant, automatic. It shouldn’t have hurt–at least not this much–but it did. There was something

hollow in the space where that knowledge landed, something I wasn ready to touch yet.

I turned to Zayn. “We have to go,” I said finally. “To eastern woods. We have to find her.”

He didn’t argue. He didn’t question it. He just watched me, jaw tight, like he already knew there was no stopping me.

“It’s getting dark,” the leader said calmly. “Stay here for the night. have a room prepared for you.”

Her gaze shifted briefly to Zayn, cool and assessing.

“The Lycan can stay too.”

I looked at him, and he gave me a slight nod of the head.

“Alright. We’ll stay for the night,” I said.

The leader gave a small, satisfied nod, as if that confirmed something in her mind.

We finally left the chamber, her presence guiding us silently through the twisting paths of the coven’s cluster of houses. The trees outside whispered in the wind, their shadows flickering across the wooden walls as we moved.

We stopped in front of one of the smaller houses, its dark wood softened by the faint glow of lanterns hanging from the eaves. The leader produced a key, sliding it into the lock with practiced ease. The door creaked open, revealing the interior.

Stepping inside, I blinked. It looked… almost normal. Warm, lived–in and oddly comforting despite everything that had just

happened.

A small kitchen sat to the right of the door. Copper pots hung neatly above a worn wooden counter, a few ceramic bowls stacked beside a small stove. The scent of herbs–dried and bundled–lingered in the air, faint but grounding. A narrow table with two chairs sat against the wall, a small lantern casting soft light over its surface

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To the left, a modest bed was tucked into a corner, simple linens folded neatly, a thick wool blanket at the foot. A small shelf above held a few books, their spines cracked and worn, and a candle stub burned low in its holder. A rug, frayed at the edges, lay beneath the bed, softening the creak of the wooden floorboards.

It was simple. Unassuming.

The leader stepped back, allowing us to take it in, silent and unreadable, her silver eyes flicking once over each detail as though she were assessing whether we belonged here.

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