“We need to get out of here,” my wolf tells me.

“And go where?” I ask her.

“Home, if we don’t they will be mad, they might hurt her”

“That's if they even have her” I tell my wolf and she shakes her head at me. The door opens and Tyson walks in handing me some shorts and a shirt which had my mates scent all over it. I take them pulling them on before tearing the pants off, the material too tight and I could feel my bum hanging out. Tyson shakes his head before reaching into one of his draws and pulling out some shorts with a drawstring....