CHAPTER 37

“Where did you put your clean clothes?” Theo asks as he steps out of the water.

“I didn't bring any. I didn't plan to take a swim,” I say, standing beside him.

“How did you plan to walk back to the packhouse?” he asks, arching his brows at me. “In your bloody clothes?”

“I didn't think about that. I just wanted to get the dirty clothes and blood off me.”

“It's fine. Raise your hands,” Theo says, and I do as he asks. He slides his T-shirt over my head.

“Thank you,” I say, dropping my hands.

“You're welcome. Let's go,” Theo says, when he’s done putting on his shorts. I start walking in front of him, but he pulls me back. “Not in front of me. Walk-behind me,” he says, pushing me behind him.

“Why?” I ask, confused.

“I need to block any unmated wolf from seeing your legs.”

“Really? My legs?” I scoff.

“Yes, your legs. You don't know what beautiful legs you have, mate. Stay behind me,” he says.

“Okay,” I say, smiling at his compliment. Theo is one possessive werewolf.

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