Elizabeth's P.O.V.
Dr Andrews had just left our house, smiling and being happy, claiming that Aiden was doing amazingly well and that normally, if everything would keep evolving the way it was, everything would turn out just fine. By the end of the week, Aiden would probably be diagnosed as a healthy, vital wolf. I couldn’t stop smiling, once the doctor had said these words out loud. For some reason, they only became a reality since they were spoken out loud.
I was brushing my teeth as Aiden came walking in to the bathroom, grabbing his hair wax as he looked at my reflection in the mirror.
“My mother just mind linked to me. By the looks of it, she has gotten one of her brilliant ideas.” I frowned my head as I looked at Aiden.
What is he talking about?
“My mom has decided to throw a
