(Callan)
"So, everyone here is a werewolf?" Naia asked after I got back to her. I didn't want to leave her for too long because I didn't like the way my pack members were acting towards her. I didn't want to be responsible for their deaths if they hurt a hair on her head, so the sooner I got back to her, the better for me to take her to my room where I could keep her safe.
"Yeah," I replied, keeping my tone casual, though my mind was anything but. The tension was still there. I could see the wariness in my pack members' eyes, the silent judgment, and, worse, the suspicion.
Naia looked around nervously, her fingers twitching slightly as if she were ready to bolt at any moment. I didn’t blame her. Being surrounded by werewolves, especially ones who weren’t entirely welcoming, was enough
