Aria Snow pov:
The smell of bacon woke me up.
the smell of frying grease and brewing coffee hit my nose, and my muscles relaxed.
Home.
I rolled over in my bed. The blankets were old and scratchy.
It was perfect.
I stretched, feeling my joints pop. Aurora, my wolf, was humming in the back of my mind, pushing energy into my limbs.
"Food", she demanded. "Eat everything."
I smiled and sat up. I walked to the window to open the curtains. I wanted to see the sun. I wanted to see the familiar oak tree in our front yard.
I pulled the curtains And then, I froze.
"You have got to be kidding me," I whispered.
My front yard didn't look like a front yard anymore. It looked like a military base.
Three massive, blacked-out SUVs were parked on our lawn—not on the driveway, but lit
