Back at the pack house, Aiden paced anxiously around his room the agitation was crystal clear on his face and in his movements. Jessabelle sat on his bed watching him with a worried expression, she may have been only eleven years old, but she was smart enough to understand something was bothering her elder brother.
His short black hair was sticking up in all different directions as his finger ran through them and gave them a tug for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.
After his father had banned him from visiting his mate, he had laid on the ground lost in his pain for hours before Griffon had been able to pull him out of it. They had moved back into the male pack house, Jessabelle strutting in comfortably after them in a pretty pink dress, her blonde hair shining in that silvery color his mother had once had.
