Hooded Figure

Lizzy

I can't help but pace the floor in the lounge, I knew they were angry with me and that alone has me stressed. They all left twenty minutes ago, I wanted to go but both of them told me no. I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt the way they dismissed me as though I was nothing more than a hindrance. So now I am on my own in the packhouse, freaking out.

‘Just go, who are they to tell us what to do?’ Adira huffs, I can’t help but smile at her defiance. My wolf really is not one to be told what to do especially by our mates. Well unless it’s in the bedroom, even the thought has me blushing. I am so lost in my own thoughts I don’t even notice that someone has entered the room, until he clears his throat.

I spin around and come face to face with a hooded figure, who seems to be hunched over holding his side. There is a heavy smell of blood in the air “Who are you?” I demand, going on the defensive. "Aries, Arrow I need you back here there is someone here please’ I tried to reach m