Paige's POV
I felt awkward in Steve's tight hug, his familiar scent of storm-soaked oak forest and expensive cologne enveloping me.My wolf Tiana growling softly in discomfort. I was the one who pulled away and took a single step back, my heightened senses picking up on his disappointment.
"I'll cook your lunch, Steve. I'm sure you haven't eaten anything."
He smiled bitterly, his hazel-green eyes dulled with sorrow. "I'm fine, Paige."
I shook my head firmly. "I'm not leaving yet. I need to make sure that you're really fine."
"How about your cousins?" He suddenly asked, ignoring what I said. "You should be taking care of them and your Aunt Precy. How is she?"
I smiled sadly, my heart aching at the thought of my aunt."She's still unconscious. The pack doctor says her wolf
