Chapter 24: He's a Werewolf?

As Aiden’s silhouette and motorcycle vanished into the night, I felt a pang of something close to sadness.

Dinner had been fantastic—laughs, shared stories, and that easy camaraderie that had been missing for so long. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe. Aiden had done more than just help me fend off Ansel’s relentless advances by pretending to be my boyfriend; he had become a real friend, at least to me.

Maybe we were half-friends? Was that even a thing?