Lyla
I stretched lazily like a cat, yawning as I pulled myself into a sitting position.
This was probably one of the best sleeps I've had in years. Last night after the meeting, I wanted to go home – back to the Packhouse, but Nathan had insisted I sleep over at theirs. He was worried that my mother might get provoked if she saw me there in the morning.
Beta Jeremy barely said a word to us when I followed them into the Beta house. After we had freshened up and I and Nathan were getting ready for bed, he came into the room and asked Nathan to come and share his bed with him.
Despite all of Nathan's pleas that he was going to take the couch in his room, his father had refused.
Pulling back the covers, I slipped out of bed and padded to the window, pulling the curtain aside to take in the view. The sun had just begun to rise, illuminating the green stretches of land that was Blue Ridge Pack.
