I had expected Ares to talk to me about my overwhelming new ability to read the thoughts off all of his pack members; instead, he had suggested I consider dressing in finery to impress them, and I was initially unsure of how I should respond to that.
He wasn’t nasty about it, and he didn’t insist on it. It was simply a suggestion he had made to me based on his experience as Alpha of this pack.
I pulled my knees to my chest and looked into the fire. It was comfortingly warm, and the crackling of the flames as they devoured the wood Ares had used to build it was particularly pleasant to listen to after all of the
“I’m never going to compare to Zaahra if they compare things like the way we dress. She was raised to be with someone like you, I was… barely even raised.”
Ares moved up clos
