Aurora heard his footsteps going into one of the rooms and he came back shortly after. She sat still with her pants halfway up her legs and her hands covering most of her underwear. He had returned with what seemed like a sweatpants and some medicine. Though she did not find the courage to look up at him, based in what condition she was in. The words he spoke were very little comforting as she feared for her life in here as well. What if the other wolves did not like her? What if they got hungry all of a sudden? What if he got angry at her? Nobody would save her here, she figured. 

When he apologised she shook her head softly. "You're not sorry. Somehow I feel like you're happy you've found me." Thoughts rushed through her head and anger started to boil up again. "What did you expect, that I'll be your wolfy WIFE?" She spat out, now looking at him directly. "Well, keep dreaming." Aurora then turned her head away and stared at the wall, clearly indicating she was done talking to him. It worked, because he left soon after.

Now completely alone in the small living room, Aurora pulled off the 2nd clammy jeans that was stuck around her legs. It seemed like loads of her fresh clothes got wet as her backpack was made out of cotton. She laid most of her clothes out on the ground in front of the fireplace so that she would have something dry to wear in the morning. The sweatpants was dry, but waaaay too big. Most of the time she stepped onto the loose fabric and had to pull them up again so that her feet peeped out. After taking the Tylenol she gulped down the rest of the water and sat down on the couch again. It would take a while for the painkiller to kick in so Aurora decided to check out the guest room and get some sleep. It was already 4AM by now and she had no idea how long she'd be able to sleep. Or how long they'd let her sleep. With a yawn, she walked towards the last door in the hallway and opened up the door. It was plain and simple: a bed, a closet, a small table set next to the bed and that's it. 

The bed had the thickest blankets ever, probably made out of wool. Once covered by all the layers of blankets, the long and heavy night took its toll. Aurora was sound asleep.