Aurora James - POV
Stella and I shifted back to our human forms, the transition leaving us momentarily disoriented. I walked to the car, my heart racing as adrenaline still coursed through my veins. Carefully, I opened the trunk and pulled out a backpack I had stowed away earlier. When I unzipped it, I found one of Zander's t-shirts. I slipped it on, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me. I passed another shirt to Stella, who accepted it with a grateful nod.
As I adjusted the fabric around my shoulders, I felt the onset of a headache, a dull throb that began to intensify. The claw wounds on my body were still painful, and I could feel the warmth of blood trickling down my leg, though thankfully, some of the bleeding had stopped. I glanced over at Stella; she was pressing down on a large gash on her abdomen, clearly trying to stop the bleeding.
"There's no first aid kit in the car," I stated, a sense of urgency creeping into my voice.
