The largest canvas tent loomed before us, its silhouette stark against the bruised twilight sky. Beta Dorian, gestured toward it with a nod.
''Your quarters, my Queen,'' He said, voice gentle. Caspian gave me a subtle squeeze of my hand, a gesture that felt both protective and foreign, and we stepped inside.
Inside was a large bed, our luggage, and two bowls of water sat on a low, makeshift table that I dipped my fingers into.
''What's this for?''
''Bathing,'' Caspian answered, sounding annoyed that he didn't have an actual bathroom or shower.
''I thought all Alpha's enjoyed being out in nature, roughing it?'' I asked him, but he smiled at me, and placed my box beside the bed.
''Not this Alpha,'' He answered and stood up, taking off his shirt in the process, ''Perhaps in my younger
