Dawn
Dawn slammed the car door behind him and followed the gravel up to the run-down porch. He took a deep breath, counted to six, and then rapped three times on the front door.
There was a loud crash of metal. A curse. A few seconds later, the door creaked open.
Clara stood in the doorway in jeans and a stained apron. In her arm, she held a pot of peeled potatoes. Some of the skins were caught on her apron. Her other hand was rubbing the side of her head gently.
Her eyes widened. "Alpha." She quickly bowed her head.
âCan I give you some advice?"
She waited until he nodded to continue. "Be there for her. Offer her rides to school. Give her flowers. Anything. She'll come around."
Clara took a small sip of her water. "You'll be good for her. Don't worry."
He couldn't wait anymore.
