Ava's POV

When I came back the safe house was in chaos like a pot of boiling soup, almost everyone's voice was equally loud and I couldn't hear what they were saying.

This state of disarray almost made me think that something bad had happened to Aaron.

"So are you sorry or happy?" Fog asked.

I honestly don't know.

I walked up and Aaron looked okay, not worse for wear, and certainly not knocked out with a stick by his sister.

"What happened?"

"I heard a werewolf killed the Witch Farrell," a passing werewolf told me. "The safe house is no longer necessary, we should fight them bravely and get...