Chloe’s pov
Ray was already waiting by the door when I walked inside, her dark braid pinned neatly against her head and a folded basket of clean linens resting in her arms.
She took one look at my face, my flushed cheeks, my fast breathing, and the soil still smeared across my forearms and her mouth curved into a small, knowing smile.
"You look like you just ran a mile, Luna," she said, setting the basket down on the hallway table.
"It's cold out there," I lied, stepping past her to head toward the washbasin in the corner of the parlor. "The wind picked up."
Ray followed me, pouring fresh, warm water from the pitcher into the porcelain bowl. "The wind, of course. Not the Alpha standing out there in the dark with you."
I plunged my hands into the water, scrubbing at the dirt under my
