Aiden’s POV
Behind me, the door closed shut with a soft click before I began to make my way downstairs.
The heavy tread of my bare feet on the croaking wooden stairs was the only sound that were heard in the tense silence.
As I got to the bottom of the stairs, my gaze swept the room before landing on the corner of the room where Hazel had fainted.
My chest tightened, and my fingers twitched as I headed towards that place, ignoring the werewolves standing around.
I sensed more than saw as one of them opened his mouth to speak.
“Not a word,” I growled out, my voice deep and rough as I squatted down and began to pick up the arranged chess pieces.
Placing them back on the chess board, I turned around and walked past the offending wolf, heading towards the shattered glass window.
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