Eleven

Blake stood there, horror-stricken by the sight of Aurora in a werewolf form. A form he exactly looked like now.

He shifts back slowly but he couldn’t turn around and run away. He was stunned and frightened at the same time that it made it difficult for him to process everything at once.

First Kendrix shows up out of nowhere, second, he was spilling secrets and now Aurora was standing in four feet that he never in his wildest dreams thought she could do that.

How could she stand on four feet? He could only push his claws out and grow some hair out and get a slight change on his face. But here she was changing into a complete wolf.

His chest was heaving up and down—he wanted to run as far away as he could. It wasn’t because he was afraid of her… everything was too much for him to process at the moment.

Before he could blink, she had returned to her normal form and walked over to him. “Blake,” she called out softly, trying to calm his panic. He shook his head briskly as he moved