Aiden
With trembling hands, she began to unbutton her blouse, tears streaming down her face. I didn't know what to expect, but I braced myself. I had seen her body once, and it had affected me. She removed her shirt, revealing she wore no bra underneath. Then she turned around, and I gasped.
"What! Who did this to you?" I asked, horrified. The cuts on her back were large and bold, deep enough to suggest silver whips. Only something as malevolent as silver could inflict such wounds on a wolf.
She picked up her shirt from the floor with difficulty and put it on. I approached her cautiously, the sight of her injuries fueling a mix of anger and sorrow within me.
"Who did this to you?" I asked, and my wolf, which was dormant, growled faintly.
"Who did this to you, Aspen?" I asked her, and
