The Great howl II

Meanwhile, at the Miller’s mansion, Aiden was pulled out of a deep sleep by the echo of a powerful howl that shook the silence of the night. His eyes snapped open, his heart pounding against his ribs. He sat upright, blinking in confusion, trying to grasp where the sound had come from, and who could have made it.

It wasn’t just any howl. It carried an energy…a dominance…that made his wolf stir restlessly beneath his skin. It felt… familiar. Too familiar.

Before he could process it, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it, and the caller ID flashed James.

“James…” he muttered and answered at once.

“Aiden, Amelia’s mother is dead.. Evelyn is gone,” James said quickly, dropping the words like a stone.

Aiden froze. His lips parted, and for a moment, the air refused to move through his lungs.

“What?” he rasped. “How?!”

He remembered how she had been unconscious when he rescued them but believed the treatments would work… He believed Amelia had everything under control. How could