“Not in the trees,” Seth says quietly, making sure no one can hear him. “I’m not taking a chance of you falling.”
I want to argue with him, but I know we need to be quiet, and his intentions are good. I roll my eyes as I stretch, but I don’t say anything. Albert comes jogging up, having changed clothes. I guess he’ll be following us.
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” he asks, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on a bench. I can see many shewolves turning to look at him. I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it on top of his, causing him to growl lowly, looking around.
“Put it on, Molly,” he says, picking it up and handing it back to me.
I roll my eyes. “No. Between my high-waisted pants and a bra, you have three times more skin showing. Besides, we’re wolves.”
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