**NICHOLAS' POV**
When I woke up, the sun was already setting, like how long did I sleep? "Good, you're awake." I heard Emily say. I looked at her, and she was changing in some weird clothing she had Cloe, the pack designer tailor for her. She said they were convenient for fighting and called the pants yoga pants and the sorry excuse of a top, a sports bra. I mean the top. AKA sports bra only covers her boobs and leaves everything else for all to see. And the pants, God, the pants. They were so tight, you could literally see exactly how her legs are shaped. It's like she's naked in black, how did she even think of such indecent clothing. I mean I don't mind seeing her like this, but thinking of other wolves looking at her for some reason is making my skin craw with anger.
