#Chapter 202: What Makes A Werewolf

Cara’s POV After the day I had, I hadn’t wanted to spend the night alone. My bed was far too big, far too empty, and my mind was still reeling, replaying all the terrible events that happened at the rehearsal. Everyone knew my secret now, it seemed. Some would undoubtedly feel pity for me, but the rest would likely write me off. Honestly, I had no idea what to expect in the future, and that made me nervous. I liked having plans and contingencies. I didn’t even know where to begin with this. All of those nervous thoughts were easy to push to the side at the prospect of having Alaric asleep beside me. Even now, holding his hand, my heart was racing like this was the first time. It’d been too long since we’d been close. I wasn’t even ready to have sex, but it was the intimacy of this that had me excited. Alaric was the only one I had ever been fully comfortable sharing this piece of myself with. When we reach my bedroom, we stopped holding hands to climb under the covers.