Aurora’s POV
I shove my face in the pillow, wanting to scream. Would anyone hear me if I did?
Werewolves have exceptional hearing, but there isn’t anyone close by- that I know of- who could hear me. Lifting my head, I glance around the room and almost laugh at myself. No one is going to pop out of the closet or magically appear.
So, I smush my face back in the pillow and scream. I let out all my frustration and anger on the pillow, but then, the door burst open, and I jump, my scream filling the room instead of the pillow.
“Aurora!”
“Thorne!”
My heart slams violently against my ribs for more than one reason, and I watch as his eyes sweep the room. The worry pulling his brows down makes my cheeks heat up. Of course, he would come back and catch me screaming into the pillow like a
