Aiden noticed my hesitation and turns to me. He quickly rushes to my side. "Are you okay, Carol?" he asks, his voice soft with worry.
I’m having a hard time vocalizing what exactly I’m feeling. Deep in my bones, I know that something’s wrong. I can’t possibly justify why I’m feeling this so strongly, though.
Before I can respond, a faint clicking noise sounds from nearby. Aiden and I become still. Aiden’s werewolf instincts kick in before I can think. He moves protectively in front of me, scanning our surroundings with a wary eye.
The light from the garage is the only thing that gives us a view of the surrounding area. Other than Aiden’s car and part of the driveway, it’s difficult to make anything else out. It’s only because I’m familiar with the property that I think to look toward th
