Aria's POV
When I glanced at Peter, I noticed he was completely transformed.
He now wore a crisp white shirt. His hair was neatly styled. He looked fresh and clean. That was fast.
My lips twitched."You're already done?" I asked, half amused and half helpless.
His ears immediately flushed again, this time, they were bright red and completely exposed. Without the messy hair curtain, the color stood out like a beacon.
My wolf huffed, half-amused. He's trying.
It made sense. I was just a guest here, someone he'd opened his home to. Nobody liked being caught looking vulnerable or sloppy in front of a stranger.
So I quietly looked away, careful not to linger on how much effort he'd clearly put into rearranging his whole presentation. I saw a flicker of disappointment flash in his eyes. I
