Caleb’s P.O.V
When I returned back to the school building, I headed straight for the girl’s locker room, with the extra set of clothing that Caroline always kept inside my car in case of unexpected emergencies.
‘How is she holding up?’ I had asked Caroline via our mental link.
‘Bring the change of clothes I keep in your car…’ Caroline had spoken almost hesitantly. ‘Aurora’s clothes…they’re ripped.’
I let out an involuntary growl as I clutched the bag with Caroline’s clothes in it, my claws ready to slice through. ‘I know.’ I told her through the link. ‘I’ve got the clothes.’
‘Cal, please be calm,’ Caroline reminded me gently. ‘She’s scared as it is. We don’t need to terrify her anymore.’
Knocking on the locker room door, I handed Caroline the bag of clothes and waited outside patien
