Lyla
After I was sure we were far away from Ramsey and the warriors, I returned to my human form.
I lay on the ground panting. The sky was bright now, birds chirped in the trees, and my dress was soiled. So, this was how I got all the clothes stains and bruises? I was still trembling but filled with a sense of peace I hadn't experienced before.
"What were you thinking?" I lashed out to Nymeris. "Your behaviour with Ramsey was completely inappropriate!"
"Inappropriate?" she scoffed. "He's our mate, Lyla. Wanting to be with your mate is hardly considered inappropriate."
"First, he's not our mate. We've rejected each other a lot of times and…"
"Rejecting your mate without a wolf is not valid, not to mention that he marked you. Your little stunt with wolfsbane did not diminish the potent of his mark," she interrupted me.
"Didn't you mention moments ago that you like Nathan's wolf, Ragnar?"
