"What's happening?" Violet's voice cracked with fear. She cast a desperate glance around the circle of werewolves surrounding her, but no one answered. Not even Asher.
Instead, they began to strip.
"What the hell…" she whispered, watching every single one of them
remove their clothing.
It didn't stop at shirts. To Violet's mounting horror, they undressed completely. In no time, every werewolf stood before her, stark naked.
Violet froze, her muscles locking in place as she was overwhelmed by panic and disbelief. She could have turned away, but where? She was surrounded, hemmed in on every side by naked werewolves.
Her feet felt glued to the ground, her tongue heavy in her mouth. Her wide, golden eyes bulging as they involuntarily took in the sight of so much exposed flesh.
And there, standing directly in front of her, was Asher.
