Astrid's pov
I wanted to trust him.
I really did
But trust is just like glass
Once it is broken, it is never fully restored again.
So masking my scent, I threaded behind him, carefully avoiding dry branches that could crackle and expose my presence.
His back was all I could see for a while as he jumped further into the woods. I was beginning to ask myself if I had lost it. Why was I trailing after Aiden like a creep?
My mind questioned the logic, but my heart pushed me forward, nudged me to take one step after the other onto I smelt the scent of another, it lodged in my nostrils so suddenly that I couldn't breathe for a second. By the time I had cleared it out, I already knew who it was.
Rita.
Why were they meeting alone in the woods like this?
An urge to confront them hit
