The urgent meeting

Third person's POV

While trouble brewed in one corner of the pack, on the other side, Aiden stirred from his deep slumber.

His eyes fluttered open, and immediately his hand flew to the wet cloth resting upon his forehead.

"I must have been burning up with fever.." He mumbled as he looked at the cloth.

With careful movements, he pushed himself upright, his keen eyes scanning the familiar surroundings of his room.

"Someone was here last night." Aiden muttered to himself, rubbing his temples.

"I'm certain it wasn't a dream." He maintained as his mind wandered back to the blurry memories of the previous night. He remembered seeing a masculine figure through his fevered haze.

"It couldn't have been Roselia. But who else would..." He wondered aloud.

A gentle knock interrupted his thoughts.

Rising from his bed with slightly shaky legs, he made his way to the door.

"Who is there?" He questioned but there was no response.