Sydney’s POV
"I think this is okay, Grace. You already look stunning. Even as you laid in that bed, unconscious, you still looked beautiful." My wolf, Aria, purred in agreement.
She groaned and rolled her eyes, "Oh please, don't remind me of those days. It was crazy seeing my face like that, I was terrified that the scars would never fade.My wolf was so distressed she wouldn't even communicate with me."
I laughed as I moved closer to her as she adjusted her dress. I helped her put on her necklace around her neck - the emerald one I made for her. "Well they did.Wolf healing made sure of that."
"And your scent is back to normal too," I added, inhaling her familiar citrus aroma.
She stopped, seeming frozen for the briefest seconds then she screamed and hugged me tightly. "You found it!"
