Chapter twelve

Ethan’s POV

I kicked open the metal door and walked into the wooden house. A familiar scent flooded into my nostrils or I was just imagining it? When I had used this place as a grieving corner when my parents died, there was a particular scented candle I always lit. I smelt it again this time as I placed Ariah on a couch.

I stared at her for a while, so innocent and beautiful, then I shook my head and closed my eyes. I checked for a pulse by placing two fingers lightly on her neck, then on her wrist. Her heartbeat was kind of normal, I wasn’t sure, the doctor had to decide. My wolf had gone crazy just because she was on the verge of dying. How was I to explain that to myself now? How was I to try and justify the fact that I didn’t want anything to do with her?

This was so frustrating, a lot of shit had happened in just one fucking day and I couldn’t even recount everything as I sat there with a frown on my face. What was taking the doctor so long though? I needed to be sure she wa