Lyra POV
“You really don’t need to do this,” I said, grabbing the backpack Marni held out to me.
“It’s fine. You need clothes, especially ones that aren’t the Alpha’s,” Marni explained. “Unless you want to piss off Rebecca.”
As tempting as that scenario was, I shoved it aside and opened the zipper to see underwear, dresses, shorts, t-shirts; all the essentials. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re kind of tiny. I don’t think your clothes will fit me.”
The petite shifter laughed. “I’ve been collecting clothes from the pack. It’s not much, but they’ll work.”
“What?” My jaw dropped.
Marni shrugged. “It’s what we do for our pack.”
“But I’m not part of your pack.” My throat constricted from both the gesture and the truth in my statement.
“This pack is no stranger to taking in stra
