Aria
A week without Darren turned out to be a lot easier than I had initially expected. His apartment was the epitome of luxury—a guest room all to myself, a state-of-the-art kitchen, access to whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it.
By the third day, I had found a comfortable rhythm with Lucas. He definitely seemed to miss his father, but he was also over the moon to spend every single day with me, sometimes to a fault. In fact, he kept getting so excited that his little wolf ears or fangs would pop out. He even fully shifted once on one occasion, when I surprised him with mac and cheese for dinner.
I never thought I’d say this, but I started getting used to the little werewolf boy’s shifting episodes. I got so used to it, in fact, that it almost started to turn into more of
