Aurelia
Jaxson looked so much better today, and it hadn't even been twenty-four hours since we got home. It was still hard to wrap my head around how fast werewolves healed. Besides needing to put on a few pounds, he looked completely healthy. Or at least he seemed fine, especially when he stormed into my room this morning, noticed I hadn't packed yet, and started ripping clothes off the hangers in my closet before hauling them to the master suite while ignoring my protests.
It was becoming clear that there was no room for argument when Jaxson issued an order. Even Hunter sometimes gave in to me, but not Jaxson. He didn't budge on anything. I both appreciated that and hated it.
I was anxious about sharing a room with the guys because I hadn't had to share anything with anyone before, es
