Aya's POV
Though he was naked, we sized each other up for several minutes; the tension in the air almost palpable.
One of the lycans had transformed and removed the pack from his back. "Would you like your clothing Lok?" He asked quietly, wondering if it would be necessary. He was quite young, and had a body of golden, toned muscle that any woman would die for, with thick brown hair with waves in it. He was gorgeous and he knew it. It showed in his smirk. At his alpha's nod, he brought over black pants and a black shirt.
