Olivia was slumped against the pillows on her bed, her mind reeling over everything that had happened that day. When she got up that morning she had joined the girls for breakfast, the three of them chatting happily before scraping their plates and discussing what they would do that day. Olivia was keen to take a run, but Gabriella and Sierra had elected to sit by the pool instead so she had convinced one of the young warriors to accompany her instead. The blonde werewolf was in his early twenties and had the usual strong build of a fighting wolf. Making his way behind a tree, he had undressed and shifted, giving her privacy as she stripped and shifted behind a nearby bush, her chocolate brown wolf emerging. Shaking out her fur, she smiled as she enjoyed the warmth of the suns rays that
