The first blush of dawn had barely touched the sky when Elisa stepped out of the woods and into the pack courtyard, barefoot and damp. Cael's massive black wolf walked beside her, his fur catching the early light like a shadow moving through gold. She was still in her bra and torn pants, her jacket long lost somewhere in the woods. The scent of firewood and roasted meat drifted toward them, mingling with the hum of laughter and tired voices.
A blur of movement. Someone ran toward her, holding out a soft white shift dress.
"Here!" the girl whispered, eyes wide but polite. "Beta Jason said you might need this…"
Elisa flushed, realizing her bra-clad chest was on display for half the pack to see. She grabbed the dress quickly, whispering a hoarse, "Thank you," before slipping it over her head. It clung to her damp skin and stuck slightly to her thighs, but it was better than walking around half-naked next to a damn Alpha wolf.
