Nate Pov
‘Don’t be a d**k and stand here staring at her, let the poor woman out,’ Ray said as the woman stared at us with a defiant look in her eyes. They were a honey color, with a hint of gold in them. Her skin was a soft almond color, and her long black hair was tangled and dirty, coiled and pulled back into a loose ponytail behind her head to pull it out of the way. Her clothes were nothing more than a black wrap around her breasts, the remains of a dark brown shirt lying on the ground. Around her legs was a pair of tight black shorts, the kind the women in my pack would wear if they were training, and I was horrified to see so little clothes on her because of how cold it was down here.
“Go back up there and get this woman some clothes from the bags in the room,” I ordered quietly.
