Dante Scout POV

Did she just call me a moron? Shock slammed into me like a freight train.

But even that paled compared to the sheer absurdity of what I was witnessing—her running completely naked. I was grateful for one thing: the pack house was secluded, hidden from prying eyes. Yet, the sight of her just inches away from the main gate, ready to bolt, sent a surge of agitation through me.

Still, I didn’t move. I wanted the fear she harbored for me to grip her, to root her in place. But it didn’t. She didn’t even flinch.

How could she even *think* of running out like this? Naked?...