Trios: Beginning
The other wolves chatter animatedly, some congratulating me, others helping Gus up.
I don’t say anything. No gloating, no taunts. I simply walk to the bench, grab my towel, and wipe the sweat from my face and neck. Zak hands me my water bottle, and I give him a grateful smile before taking a long drink.
“That’s enough for today,” Dad announces. “Everyone hit the showers.”
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After showering, I’m drying off, reaching for my bra and panties, when Gus and his buddies walk into the locker room. It’s nothing unusual; as wolves, nudity isn't a big deal. Usually.
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