Elena stood frozen in the doorway, watching Aria tend to the injured pack member. Something twisted inside her chest not the normal anger, but something else. Something warm and confused.
The way Aria's hands moved so gently. The soft words she whispered. The tears in her green eyes as she worked to heal the hurt wolf.
Why does this look so familiar?
A flash hit her mind like lightning.
Small hands covered in mud. Giggles echoing through the trees. "Elena, wait for me!" A voice calling her name with pure love.
Elena stumbled backward, her hand flying to her head. The memory felt real more real than anything Mara had ever told her.
"No," she whispered. "That's not right."
But the memory kept coming.
Two little girls by a stream. The older one with dark hair braiding flowers into the younger one's blonde locks. "You're my favorite person in the whole world, Elena." Kiss on the face. Warm arms hugging tight.
