She opened her mouth to shout at him, but she couldn’t because all she kept thinking about was his words, ‘I couldn’t see you in that state.’
“Still, you shouldn’t have thrown so much water at me.” She spoke in a low tone. “See, I’m all wet.” She added, pointing toward her clothes.
Wylder arched his eyebrow at the sudden change in her tone, but then she was right. He used magic to change her clothes into a comfortable knee-length decent nightdress, in which watching her wouldn't turn his beast.
“Thank you.” She muttered and looked at the clock. It was two in the morning.
Wylder didn’t miss how she could understand what exactly the time was, or the werewolves staying in the pack had a habit of reading stars or moon to guess the approx time.
“Do you have drugs or pills? I don’t think I
