Aurora POV
The meat in the skillet sizzles loudly, spitting oil and trying to hit me, but I finish flipping the meat and slap the lid down.
Not today, oil.
I’m trying a werewolf recipe that Thorne had bookmarked in the cookbook. Hopefully, that means he likes it and that it wasn’t a negative bookmark. I figured thanking him with a dish he loves would be the best course of action.
I feel a warm presence behind me, and I instantly know it’s Thorne back from his shower.
“Dinner is almost done,” I announce, scooping the sides on to the plate.
Fingers brush down the back of my neck, making me gasp as goosebumps race across my skin.
“Have you not been applying the ointment? Your bruises aren’t gone,” Thorne murmurs, closer than I expect.
“I’ve only had the ointment for two days, T
