Aiden had a guy go over to the woods and collect his and my outfits. I was so excited, at first I wasn't but now I warmed up to the idea.

Aiden wasn't back yet, he was probably still handling pack matters like humans kill werewolves. Sounds like a title to a horror novel if you ask me. This was not the time to make jokes about impending crisis that might actually eliminate my specie.

But, in my opinion, that was entirely impossible, in my more graphic view it was only going to ...