(Sienna’s POV)
My eyes lock on Arthur as I walk out of the bathroom wearing his t-shirt. I’ll never tell him that the shirt is incredibly comfortable or that its pine and rain scent soothes my soul and calms my wolf.
“Thanks for the shirt,” I say simply, c*****g my head to the side and studying him. He’s just staring at me. Maybe he doesn’t like me in his clothes? Well, he offered it, and I am expected to sleep here, so he can just suffer, I muse.
Soft knocking on the door jolts me back to reality. Arthur raises his index finger. “Its late for visitors. I’ll answer it.”
I check my watch—11:30 PM. Late, for sure.
I see Arthur roll his eyes from the doorway, “It’s for you, Sienna.”
My eyes widen in surprise as I walk over to see who's there. “Demetria!” I say excitedly, wrapping
