Aryanna’s POV:
Despite my nervousness, I was excited for the pack run. I lifted a pair of jeans and slipped them on. I already wore a simple cotton shirt. I had tried to keep my outfits simple, since I would eventually be shifting.
Ian was typing something on his phone when I stepped out of the room, and his head lifted when I walked closer.
He pulled me into a hug and buried his nose in my hair. "I’m glad you are coming, Aryanna."
"Me too."
He pulled back and his brows lifted as he surveyed my outfit. "You might want to ditch the jeans."
"You said I should dress comfortable. I am comfortable."
"Yeah, I did. Like shorts and the biggest shirt you have. You don't want to put on jeans after a run, Aryanna. Trust me."
I rolled my eyes and his hands dropped from my waist. "Go on and cha
