He glanced at his arm, as if only now realizing it had shifted into something a bit more lethal. With a grunt, Aiden waved it quickly, seemingly shaking the werewolf off before glancing back my way. God, but his eyes were so red, so puffy; had he been crying the entire two days?
“I’m okay,” I reassured him. “Thanks to you, I mean.”
Aiden took a shaky step forward, hesitating when he got about halfway across my room. “I’m—” His voice caught, brain visibly stuttering as his face twisted up. He glanced at his once-clawed hand, sticking it in his pocket before taking a step backward.
“Hey, come on.” I sat up slightly in bed, somewhat taken aback by how truly stuck in place my arm was. It was a weird feeling, almost as if I didn’t have an arm at all. “Don’t leave. Please?”
Aiden froze i
