I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the towel like it could shield me from her gaze. “Are you… just going to stand there?” I asked, voice higher than I intended.
Lyra tilted her head, that same unshakable grin curling her lips. “Relax, just like I said before I have seen more naked bodies of my fellow werewolves,” she said, her tone teasing. “I’ve seen worse Maeve and I don't care about a little… nudity?”
I scowled, heat creeping up my neck.
"A little? I’m not exactly comfortable giving anyone a free show, thanks.”
She chuckled, taking a step back toward the door as if to finally grant me a shred of privacy. “Alright, alright,” she said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “Go on, change. I’ll wait outside… for now.”
Relief hit me like a wave. I quickly dropped the towel
