Chapter 160 Aurora’s Lies & Pack’s Mourning

Aurora’s POV   The hall was thick with grief. I watched from the shadows, arms crossed, my expression calm but my mind calculating. Every sob, every tear, every whispered prayer was a tool I used to cement my control. I knew how to manipulate their pain—how to twist it into a weapon for my own ambitions.   The room was dim, lit only by flickering candles and the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows. The pack members’ faces were streaked with tears, their grief raw and palpable. I saw the way they clung to each other, searching for comfort in a tragedy they believed I had fought to prevent.   I moved quietly, weaving between the mourners, unnoticed. My heels barely made a sound on the polished wooden floor as I approached the front of the hall, where the elder, a respected alpha named Harold, was speaking. His voice was thick with emotion, trembling as he recounted Kieran’s bravery.   “Alpha Kieran fought valiantly,” Harold’s voice cracked. “He was our protector, ou