"Don't you lycans have clothes stashed away for times like this?"
Zane was standing in the midst of so many sweaty and bloody bodies, and the question was for all of them. But the one he was focused on was Finn, because he wasn't shifting back. He was panting, his eyes focused on the ground beneath his feet rather than the human at his back who was too terrified to move even though the threat had passed.
"That woman is his mate, isn't she?" He asked quietly, observing the two. They were far enough away that the woman could not overhear.
"Yes," Bells said, one of her arms entwined with her sister's. "How did you know?"
"I have a sense for mates by now," he said dryly, eyes sweeping over the two other pairs that were with him. "It's like a gravity exists between you that defies physics. Grayson, why don't you be a gentleman and give him your clothes so he can approach her?"
The other vampire huffed a short chuckle. "Me?"
