The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311

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I froze, my entire world collapsing in on itself all at once.

“No… no, no,” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “It can’t be. You know him too, Seraphina. It can’t be him.”

She looked at me for a long moment, something heavy and tired settling into her expression. When she spoke, her voice was quiet, stripped of

certainty.

“I thought I knew him, Aurenya,” she said slowly. “But I suppose I was wrong.”

“No. It’s not true,” I said, the words coming out sharper than I meant them to. Desperate. “It’s not him. You must have heard wrong. I don’t

believe it.”

Seraphina’s gaze didn’t waver. It hurt more than if she had argued with m

“It was his voice,” she said quietly. “I know it.”

I shut my eyes, drawing in a slow breath, then another, forcing my body to calm when everything inside me was splintering apart. My thoughts

spiraled, colliding into one another–memories twisting, moments replaying themselves with a cruel new light. Every laugh, every look, every

time he’d helped me, stood by me.

Was it all a lie?

Had it always been a lie?

Had his friendship been nothing more than a way in? A path carefully carved to lead straight to me?

My hands were trembling when I opened my eyes again. I hadn’t even noted how tightly I’d curled my fingers until I felt the sting in my

palms. I looked back at Seraphina–and my breath caught.

Blood was slipping from her nose now, thin and dark, trailing down to her ip. Her face had gone paler somehow, her body swaying just slightly,

like she was holding herself upright through sheer will alone.

“Seraphina-” I started, panic clawing its way up my chest.

She lifted a hand, stopping me.

“I have to go,” she said, her voice strained, every word costing her more than she wanted to show. “I can’t hold it anymore.”

The firelight around us flickered, shadows stretching unnaturally along the walls. The air felt thinner, unstable, like the space itself was tearing

at the seams.

“If I can…” She swallowed, wiping the blood away with the back of her hand, though more followed. “If I can, I’ll reach you again.”

My throat tightened. I nodded, even though I didn’t trust myself to speak.

“Be careful,” she added, her eyes locking onto mine with sudden intensity Of everyone.”

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I woke with a sharp gasp, air tearing into my lungs as if I’d been underwater for too long. The first thing I felt after that was the tears–hot

and sudden, spilling before I could stop them.

I pushed myself upright in bed, my chest tight, my hands shaking as the sabs finally broke free. Tears slid down my face unchecked, blurring everything in front of me. The room was dim and quiet, washed in that pale, uncertain light that only exists early in the morning. I glanced toward the window through watery eyes. Dawn hadn’t fully arrived yet–just a faint gray–blue hint of it. Five, maybe six a.m.

My breathing was uneven, my heart still racing as if I were running from something I couldn’t see.

Beside me, Zayn stirred almost immediately. He woke the moment I did, like he’d been pulled from sleep by some invisible thread. He turned toward me, already alert, concern written plainly across his face.

Something was wrong. He felt it before I said a word.

It was probably a mate thing.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked immediately, his voice thick with sleep and worry as his hands came up to cup my face.

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The touch only made it worse.

I tried to answer him–I really did–but the words lodged somewhere between my chest and my throat, sharp and unmoving. My lips parted, yet nothing came out. Everything crashed into me all at once.

Seraphina.

Alive. Broken. Bleeding.

And then Kael.

The name echoed in my head, loud and cruel, unraveling everything it touched. My breathing hitched, my chest tightening until it felt like I couldn’t get enough air. I shook my head weakly, tears blurring my vision gain.

“Rory,” Zayn said, more urgently now. His thumbs brushed under my eyes, wiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop. “Hey. Look at me. You’re

here. You’re safe.”

Safe.

I let out a broken sound that was halfway between a sob and a laugh. My hands curled into the sheets, knuckles white, as if holding onto the bed was the only thing anchoring me to reality.

“I” My voice cracked immediately. I swallowed hard and tried again. “I saw her.”

Zayn stiffened almost imperceptibly. “Who?”

“Seraphina.” Saying her name made my chest ache all over again. “She’s alive, Zayn. She’s not dead.”

His brows drew together, confusion flashing across his face, but he didn’t interrupt me.

He never did when it mattered.

“She’s being tortured,” I whispered, the word tasting like blood. “By him. The king. Your father.” My breath came faster now, panic threading

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through every inhale. “He took her because of me. Because I went to her. Because she helped me.”

Zayn’s jaw tightened, his grip on my face firm but gentle, grounding. “Ror slow down. You’re shaking.”

I was. I hadn’t even noticed.

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“And Kael,” I blurted, the name tearing itself out of me before I could stop it. My hands started trembling in earnest now. “She said his name. She heard it. Zorath was talking to him. He’s–he’s supposed to find me. T bring me to him.”

The room felt suddenly too small, the air too thin.

Zayn went very still.

For a moment, he didn’t speak at all. His eyes searched my face, like he was trying to separate fear from truth, nightmare from reality. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and careful.

“Rory,” he said, “you’re sure?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears spilling over again. “I don’t want it to be true,” I whispered. “I don’t. I keep telling myself she heard wrong, that

it’s not him, that it can’t be him. But she knows his voice. She was sure.”

Silence stretched between us, heavy and dangerous.

When I opened my eyes again, Zayn was watching me with an intensity that made my stomach twist. There was anger there–controlled, simmering–but beneath it was something else. Fear. Not for himself.

For me.

He pulled me into his chest without another word, wrapping his arms around me tightly, like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. I pressed my face into his shoulder, breathing him in, grounding myself in the familiar scent that had always meant safety.

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