Yasmyn's POV
We stared at each other, totally frozen. I can see that he is doing his best not to stare down at my body.
"How about you get dressed and then we talk about things later?" Brendan himself asked me and I nodded eagerly.
He was being a gentleman when he turned around to stop anyone just in case they were coming to check up on us.
The clothes they gave me were surprisingly fit. As if they were made for me. It's a pink tank top and a black jogger. But no bra or panties though.
"I am so sorry for what my wolf has done," I whispered, walking out and facing Brendan.
No one is here and Brendan simply tilted his head, showing me the way back to the pack. As if I don't know the routes or directions in my own pack.
"Neeku shifted wolves tend to be more aggressive. So I kind
