Ava
It felt strange, and even a bit silly, to be washing like this. Primping myself. Preparing for a party when I was in the middle of a warrior camp.
The thick canvas tent was surprisingly warm and clean. A wooden tub sat in the middle of the screened-off room, the water hot and soapy. Little tendrils of steam curled up around me as I sank down, breathing in the scent of lavender essential oils and dried herbs.
As I soaked, I could hear Chris and the other Alphas discussing their plans in the other room.
“We’ll send the signal when it’s time,” I could hear Chris explaining. “One howl for the all-clear. Two to hold back. Three for an emergency.”
I sank a little lower beneath the bubbles, listening intently. I had told Chris that I didn’t need to wash, that I was perfect
