Noah's POV:
I was startled out of sleep when I heard a loud scream.
Shit, Ava. I thought to myself. I wrapped a towel around my waist and unlocked the bathroom door.
My gaze fell on the tensed Ava; she looks at me and screams again.
"Sshhhh!" I sprinted over to her and covered her lips.
I yell, "Shut your mouth," indignantly. I was not in the correct frame of mind last night, so I found it difficult to think clearly. I did not consider the consequences as I brought her to the packhouse.
I do not want anyone to listen to Ava's screams; I do not want her presence to be known, but who am I kidding? The house is packed with wolves with good senses of smell and hearing. They might have heard her already.
Making sure she was silent, I released my hand from her lips.
"Where am I? What did
