Although she didn't sleep too much, Amarylis woke up refreshed.
She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of the tent above her. She loved the colors she picked out, black and pale pink. Although werewolves can withstand cold very well, she enjoyed the warmth of her blanket. Only her nose felt cold.
She had a big lazy stretch and reluctantly climbed out of bed.
Her mind went to the events of the night before. The man, Richard, wasn't hard on the eye, but that was about the only advantage as far as Amarylis was concerned. She didn't like the fact that he would betray his own pack, how he seemed to think he could just march in here and be this pack's alpha without even knowing the first thing about it, and above all, she didn't like the fact that he was her mate. Amarylis wasn't afra
