Vincent pov

Even a fool would see the disappointment on my face. What I'd call an eternity after Enya strode to the forest, Allison appeared in her human form. Her clothes are clean, not a speck of dirt or blood, and the smile on her lips could light up an entire town. I won't say the smile is beautiful, no, but it's wider than her legs on Christmas evening.

Her appearance makes me suspicious- she went against a hunter and returned like nothing happened. That's impossible. This woman has no idea what training means, and neither does her wolf.

I huff as Aros moves closer. He shakes his head, just...