" So you're just gonna rip off your clothes?". I watched Arla as she stuffed some clothes in a small duffel bag.
" I might. Which is why...." She twirl around, showing off the short pink puffy skirt and black tank top she was wearing " I wore less annnnd my least favorite clothes".
" And the duffel bag? ". I eyed the bag in her hand and she blushed.
" Just some necessities". Sounds simple but the blush on her face said otherwise. I narrowed my eyes at her but decided not to prode her, after all her restless mate is by the door.
The moon is not at the highest peak yet but Ryan's wolf has taken over and he is not letting Arla out of his sight...or touch. I swear the look he has been giving her is enough to put a pup in a stoma—
" Are you sure you don't want to go with us? Will you be ok alone? ". Arla asked, worried look on her face but I waved her off
" Go with you and third wheel? Nah, I'll rather stay home and have fun with...Ronan".
