She stiffened but finally nodded. I turned away to give them privacy but couldnât help listening a little.
âWhy do you constantly throw yourself into danger?â Warrick exclaimed, his voice shaking.
âWhy should you care?â Piper shot back, clearly defensive.
âBecause Iâ¦â He broke off, running a hand through his hair. âI care about you, all right? More than I should.â
Her eyes softened, but her voice was firm. âThen stop treating me like Iâm fragile. Iâm part of these warriors too.â
Their conversation continued, raw and unfiltered, each confessing their fears and insecurities.
Though no closer to resolving anything, there was a spark between them at the end. I smiled faintly, glad to see even a sliver of progress.
As we neared the packhouse, the moonlight casting strange shadows on the ground, I stopped Evelyn at the entrance with a gesture and told her to step aside.
A shade of worry lined her features. âAurora, what is it?â she whispered, her concern keen.
I hesitated at first, though my mind was made up. âI need you to listen to me, Evelyn,â I said, using a firmer tone than usual. âGet me a burka.â
She narrowed her gaze at me but nodded and ran inside the pack, returning in less than five minutes with the burka in hand.
I took it and snuck into the shadows, returning wearing the burka.
âWhat are you planning?â she asked.
âI need to go to Orionâs pack, and the only way I can do that without getting caught is by dressing like the women in their pack.â
Her eyes widened, and she clung to my arm. âWhat? No! You canât just⦠Auroraâ¦â
morning, raise the alarm and make them all come to Orionâs pack.â
Frustration boiling over, she took my hand. âWhy do it alone? Why isnât this a mission you have someone accompany you on? That would make more sense!â
I let out a deep sigh and shook my head. âBecause this is something I need to handle myself. Fewer people involved means less risk. Trust me on this.â
âTrust you?â she repeated, her concern evident. âAurora, youâre asking me to stand by while you throw yourself into danger.
Thatâs not fair.â
I placed both hands on her shoulders, staring into her eyes. âEvelyn, Iâm not asking you to understand. Iâm asking you to trust that I know what Iâm doing.â
Her lips thinned, her struggle apparent. After a tense, silent moment, she yielded with a sigh of frustration. âFine. But if you donât come back by morningâ¦â
âI will,â I replied, forcing a small smile.
She crossed her arms over her chest, a deep frown between her brows. âYou better. Because if you donât, Iâm dragging Warrick, Piper, and Trajan out there to find you myself.â
I chuckled low in my throat, though inside my chest, the weight of it all still pulled tight. âI wouldnât expect anything less from you.â
I turned to go, but her voice stopped me.
I turned my shoulder to her. âYes?â
âBe careful,â she said simply.
I nodded firmly. âI will.â