The Broken Warrior's Daughter
I stand up, looking in the direction of the sound and I see what looks like Cyran, Liam’s wolf, carrying Angel.
When they get close, Cyran slows down. Angel crawls off his back, her grey eyes turning olive when her wolf pushes forward. “Sister.” She says and walks up to Maia, leaning down and hugging her. “I’ve looked forward to meeting you. Alessia would love to meet you in her wolf form, but we’re expecting, so I can’t shift right now.” She tells Maia.
Maia begins to shift, and I reach into my bag, grabbing a shirt, shoving it over her head the moment she shifts. As shifters, we may be used to nudity, but I don’t want my mate naked around other Alphas.