The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397

Upstairs, the hallway was dim, lit only by the soft glow from a lamp at the far end. The bedroom I had come out of earlier was still warm from the shower steam. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, finally letting the towel drop to the floor.

The closet Zayn had mentioned was half open.

Inside were neatly folded clothes-mostly dark colors, simple things, probably things Kael kept here in case he needed this place in a hurry. I pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. They were clearly made for someone taller, broader. When I pulled them on, the sleeves swallowed half my hands

and the waistband of the sweatpants hung low on my hips.

But they were warm.

And right now that was enough.

I dried my hair quickly with another towel, tied it loosely behind my head, and took one last look in the mirror.

The girl staring back at me still looked tired. Pale. A little lost.

But at least she looked human again.

Not the blood-covered creature that had stood in that Russian mansion.

I pushed the thought away and headed downstairs.

Zayn hadn’t moved.

He was still on the couch, leaning back in the same position as before, the book open again in his hands like he had never stopped reading. The fire had

burned lower, casting softer shadows across the room.

I walked over slowly and sat down beside him.

He didn’t look up immediately.

fast turned a page.

The quiet stretched for a few minutes before I finally spoke.

“Do you think he’s okay?”

The question shipped out before I could stop it.

Zayn’s eyes flicked toward me briefly

“Who?”

“Kael.”

At the sound of his name, the page stopped turning

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Zayn slowly closed the book and set it on the table in front of him. The movement was calm, controlled, but I noticed the way his jaw tightened slightly.

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“Most definitely,” he said dryly. “Son of a bitch wouldn’t die even if he tried.”

A small smile slipped out of me before I could stop it.

I dropped my gaze to my hands resting in my lap.

For a moment the tension in the room eased.

“Zayn?”

“Hm.”

He leaned back again, his head resting against the couch as he stared at the ceiling.

“He said something weird.”

“Who?”

“The auction man,” I said quietly.

That got his attention.

His head turned toward me slowly.

“What did he say?”

I hesitated for a second, trying to remember the exact words.

“He said…” I swallowed lightly. “He said my eyes would go back to normal when I chose one mate and rejected the other.”

I could practically hear the gears in his head turning, weighing every possible response, every possible consequence.

“Is that true?” I asked softly.

He let out a slow breath through his nose.

When he finally spoke, his voice was lower than before.

“Yeats”

Just one word.

But it carried far more weight than I expected.

I stared at him

“So… that’s actually a thing?”

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His hand dropped from his face and rested against the back of his neck, fingers rubbing slowly like he was trying to work tension out of his bones.

“It’s rare,” he said after a moment. “Really rare. Most people don’t even believe it happens anymore.”

My heart sank slightly.

“But it does?”

He nodded once.

“Two active mate bonds,” he explained quietly. “It happens when bloodlines collide in ways they weren’t meant to. Something in the magic… something in

the genetics. It creates a split bond.”

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