December 26th
Ella's POV
I still had no idea why Leo had just dragged a struggling human woman into our house but after fifteen minutes of coercing and encouragement and Leo just about keeping his patience, we got her out of the hallway and settled her on the sofa.
All Leo told me was that she knew we were werewolves and that she'd been through some trauma. She was thin like she hadn't eaten in days, so I heated some soup on the stove and brought it over to her.
For some reason, she was incredibly anxious around Leo so I'd banished him to the other side of the room where he stood cradling Cato as I gave Hestia the soup.
"Hopefully this will make you feel better," I said to her.
She gave me what could have been a slight smile as she took the bowl, still nervously eyeing Leo.
"Leo, would you go upstairs please?" I asked him.
He turned and glanced at Hestia before nodding.
"Don't worry about him," I reassured her once he had left, "he looks scarier than he is."