Chapter 77. Don’t Know My Real Birthday

Aurora’s POV

When Caleb and I finally came back to the packhouse, it was well past midnight and we were both covered in sand, wet to our bones.

Caleb’s majestic fur now stuck to his body and with all the sand and dirt covered all over him…he looked no better than a wet dog in desperate need for a bath.

But that wasn’t the problem. It was finding Caroline standing in front of my room, in her jammies and her arms crossed over her chest as she tapped her foot on the floor, a murderous look on her face.

“Caroline…um…” I scratched the back of my neck, looking down at Caleb, who wore a smug expression on his face. Wait…could wolves even look smug?

“Oh, wipe that smirk off you bitch!” Caroline stomped her foot on the floor before moving forward to catch a hold of Caleb’s ear and twisting it hard, and I had the pleasure of hearing the big-bad wolf, whine like a baby. “A notice would’ve sufficed, Cal! But noooo! You had to keep me waiting here for half an