I pried my eyes open as sunlight poured through the drawn curtains. My phone was laying beside me and I tapped on it to see the time. 9:23 am. I groaned, set the phone aside and pulled the quilt over my head so I could resume sleeping. But my eyes suddenly caught a movement from the far end of the room and my eyes shot completely open.
Aiden stood before the mirror, a white towel wrapped around his torso as he untangled his hair. Now, as he had his back turned, I got a perfect look of the burn mark on Aiden's back. It looked too raw, like it was a fresh burn mark. And it got me wondering why didn't the burn mark heal considering he's a Lycan with a very speedy rate at healing than werewolves?
After a moment, he turned, just a bit so he could spray the deodorant on his left armpit and I c
