AIDEN'S POV

 

The sound of the flowing water in the stream seemed to be the only thing that understood how I felt.

Calm, yet a little bit turbulent. Clear, yet not sure of how to prove its innocence to the victims of its turbulence.

 

Hayley was right, but how do I do this without getting an unruly reaction?

 

I heard rustling in the bushes. My wolf was in partial physical existence with me; I was in my most comfortable moment. Who could disrupt that moment?

Only my father knew this place, Hayley too, but I doubt she would want to come to me now, not after what she currently thinks...