Chapter 175

Violet’s P.O.V.

If it weren’t for Marcel, I would’ve shed my human flesh and ran the entire way to Xavier’s house.

Neither Hael nor Cole was answering their phones. After a quick look outside, I realized why. They had clearly shifted; the sea of shredded clothes was proof of that.

With a dead body in the basement and blood caking my hands, I had no choice but to wait.

Two hours later and I’d baked every conceivable desert possible with the limited ingredients Hael kept stocked in the cabin. On the counter sat one batch of chocolate chip cookies, two loaves of pound cake, and a dozen blueberry muffins. There was also a fruit tart setting in the fridge.

“Your mother would bake when she was stressed too.” Marcel sounded wistful, and I knew I would too if I bothered to reply.

I pounced from the couch when the front door opened, and my mate walked inside. His bare chest and blood-stained sweatpants had my stomach in knots. He’d been wounded.

He was followed by a stone-faced Cole, which was