The Art of Mending Memories

The Art of Mending Memories 10

The Art of Mending Memories

Chapter 10

I didn't speak to Aaron for the rest of the week; neither did he speak to me. Cassy was still ordered to stay away from me. Just to spite Aaron, I started talking and being friendly with all the werewolves I came across. Not surprisingly, they all knew who I was. It's not like Aaron could order all of them away. he would have to be the top of the hierarchy: the Alpha. I didn't think so, though, because Aaron didn't seem as powerful as Kyle and Jeff.

He didn't order anyone else to stay away from me anyway. Either he's not 'superior' enough, or he doesn't want to risk my wrath any further. Both seemed plausible.

When I got home on Friday afternoon, I couldn't believe it had only been one week. It felt like ages since school started on Monday. At least I would have the weekend to look forward to; sleeping in is always nice. Then adding the factor that I wouldn't have to see any werewolves for two days, and it was starting to look mighty fine.

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Aaron stood in the woods outside her house. He had known where Kaelyn lived since the day he met her a week ago. He followed her home in his wolf form, but didn't leave the sanctuary of the forest. She was afraid of him; terrified. His own 'find' was terrified of him. His mate hated him. And he planned to find out why.

Aaron knew Kaelyn was asleep right now. He could see her room was undisturbed by movement, and the only one awake in the house was a woman downstairs in the kitchen. Aaron hoped she would stay asleep; she wouldn't be happy to wake up and find him talking with her mother.

Aaron quickly shifted to his human form and clothed himself before walking out of the woods. Kaelyn's car was parked outside, and her mother's car was inside the garage. Aaron hadn't found a trace of a father or siblings, so he assumed Kaelyn had none.

He walked up the front steps, his palm sweating a little as he lifted his hand to the door. Aaron timidly knocked, hoping he wouldn't awaken Kealyn.

He heard a shuffling of feet on the other side of the mahogany door. A beautiful woman, about thirty, opened the door. She had curly blond hair and brown eyes on top of a petit body. Her face looked soft and well taken care of, and her face gleamed with welcome.

"Hello. I'm Aaron Kleidmer. I don't know if Kaelyn mentioned me, but ̶ "

"She did," the woman laughed. "She's told me quite a bit. I'd say you have a big fight ahead of you though." The woman laughed again. "She hates wolves. Won't you come in?"

"Yes, thank you." Aaron walked through the door and inhaled. All around was the beautiful scent of Kaelyn Apples. Like coffee, and cranberries, and apple pie. May sound odd, but it smelled amazing. He inhaled again and listened carefully for her slow sleeping breathing. his eyes drifted up to here room, where he knew she lay. It took all his effort not to run up the stairs and crawl into bed with her.

"She'll be asleep for a while. Kaelyn's not really a morning person, " the woman told him. "I'm Jane Strouse, by the way, Kaelyn's Aunt."

Aaron's head snapped to the woman standing next to him. "Her Aunt? But doesn't Kaelyn live with you? What about her parents?"

Jane Strouse smiled sadly at him. "Would you like me to get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Water? A muffin? Some steak or something?" Aaron shook his head, still wondering why Kaelyn's mother wasn't here. "No? Well then come in here and sit down," Jane said, leading the werewolf into a living room with a few couches and a TV.

"Miss Strouse," Aaron started to say.

"Please, call me Jane."

"Jane. Where are Kealyn's parents?"