Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

~Lilith’s POV~

Leon dropped Aurora’s wrapped body at my feet like a warning...like a threat. As if daring me to prove myself.

"No damn way we’re trusting you right now," he growled. "If you’re really who you say you are, wake her up."

I knelt slowly beside Aurora’s body, the chill of death clinging to her like frost on a winter grave. Her skin was pale too pale. Her lips had long lost their color. But there was something still whispering under her ribcage... a flicker... a sliver... life.

Good.

"She’s not gone yet," I murmured. "But she’s close. Very close."

I placed my palm over her heart, and with the other hand, I snapped my fingers in the air—sending an invisible pulse through the room. The wind shifted, circling us like a whispering serpent. My voice dropped low, ancient words slipping from my lips like silk-drenched poison:

"Mortem, redde quod non tulisti.

Vitae flamma, revertere.

Cordis pulsus, audi me.

In nomine matris magicae... Aurora, redi ad nos."

The air thickened. A low hum vibrated through the floor. The candles flickered though there was no wind. Shadows danced against the walls, and I felt the threads of the Otherworld tightening, answering my call.