Aurora pov

On my way up the stairs, in the blink of an eye, Ryan appeared before me. His sudden speed made me gasp, and before I could steady myself, his both hands gripped my shoulders firmly.

With concern in his eyes, he asked, “Where have you been?”

“Huh?” I stammered, still in shock. Sometimes I forgot the abilities of werewolves, their speed, their silence. Ryan had appeared out of nowhere like a shadow tearing through the air.

“I asked Glory where you were when you ...