As Aurora reappeared, she found herself standing among a large group, the Ravensteins and several other human divisions clustered together.
Somehow, despite splitting the island in two, Atticus had ensured that the White Omen Division and the rest of the human recruits had ended up on his side.
The divide was unmistakable.
On one side, the humans.
On the other, the mixed races.
Aurora's feet slammed against the ground, her frustration boiling over as she stomped back and forth, hurling insults into the air.
"That arrogant, manipulative bastard!"
BAM. She kicked a rock.
"He really just dumps everything on me and then teleports away laughing!"
STOMP.
"Oh no, 'Aurora, you should watch your language,' 'Aurora, I need to find you a man' who the hell asked him to find me a man?!"
BAM.
"He has a whole damn island to himself, and what does he do?! 'Oh, let's just shove all the responsibilities on Aurora! She won't mind!' LAZY. BITCH."
