HELENA.
I woke up to the sound of screaming in the house. My eyes were wide and alert, and I dashed out of my bedroom into the living room. Veronica was sitting in her wheelchair, gazing intently at something on the front door. I shifted my gaze.
Aaron.
“Can you calm down? It's just me.” He said, walking into the room. He was still in his wolf form, so I understood why Vee had screamed.
“Aaron.” I called softly. He turned to me, his bright green eyes piercing into my heart. “Where did you go last night?” I asked. He exhaled, walking into the kitchen without saying a word. I followed him.
“You can't keep doing that. Imagine how worried sick we got.”
“We?” He snorted. “We both know there's no ‘we’.” He chugged down two glasses of water at once. Then he faced me, his expression turning
