Chapter 184. My Real Origin

Aurora’s POV

The room fell silent, each of them looking at me, waiting for me to say something—anything—that could explain the rush of emotions, the overwhelming sense of confusion and fear that had taken root inside of me.

But there were no words. Just the steady pulse of something deep within, something ancient, rising to the surface, and I knew, deep down, that my life was never going to be the same again.

I sat there, frozen, listening to Maggie’s words sink into me like cold stone. The air between us felt thick with tension as her voice echoed in my ears. It was like I couldn’t escape it, like I was drowning in the revelation. But now, as she spoke, I felt like a stranger to the world I thought I knew.

“I didn’t believe it at first,” Maggie continued, her voice trembling slightly. She was nervous, but I couldn’t blame her. I wasn’t sure if I could even trust myself with what she was saying. “But one night, during the Witching Hour, I had been snea