AARON
I settle my mate under the sheets of my king-sized bed, brushing the tendrils of her curly red hair from her face. I can feel all the eyes on my back. I know they are just waiting for me to leave her side and explain what is going on. I mean, I came home with my unconscious mate in my arms; I would expect questions. I just don’t know how to answer them right now.
Plus, I really don’t want to leave her right now.
I stand for another moment to just take her in before turning away with a groan. Callan huffs at my decision to leave the room. If it were up to him, we would crawl right into bed next to her. Not that the idea isn’t appealing, but even I know that would probably be crossing the line. I did just tell her I am a werewolf after all. She may need a second to process the inf
