Elena stood frozen in the doorway, watching Aria tend to the injured pack member. Something twisted inside her chest not the normal anger, but something else. Something warm and confused.

The way Aria's hands moved so gently. The soft words she whispered. The tears in her green eyes as she worked to heal the hurt wolf.

Why does this look so familiar?

A flash hit her mind like lightning.

Small hands covered in mud. Giggles echoing through the trees. "Elena, wait for me!" A ...