Flora’s P.O.V

I closed my eyes as I saw light consuming his wolf form, beginning his shift. Within a split second, I felt him place his hands on either side of my head, on the ground as dried leaves crunched under his palms.

“Open your eyes.” Clay whispered next to my ears, his warm breath fanning my cheeks.

“You’re naked.” I reminded him, squeezing my eyes tighter.

“I have some clothes behind the bushes.” He told me and I felt his weight being lifted ...