"Where did you keep your clean clothes," Theo asks as he steps out of the water.
"I didn't bring any. I didn't plan to take a swim," I say, walking up beside him.
"How did you plan to walk back to the packhouse?" He asks, arching his brows at me. "In your bloody clothes."
"I didn't think about that. I just wanted to get the dirty clothes and blood off me."
"It's fine. Raise your hands," Theo says, and I do as he asks. He slides his t-shirt over my head.
"Thank you," I say once I drop my hands.
"You're welcome. Let's go," Theo says, once he is done putting on his shorts. I start walking in front of him, but he pulls me back. "Not in front of me. Walk-behind me," He says, pushing me behind him.
"Why?" I ask, confused
"I need to block any unmated wolf from seeing your legs."
"Really, my legs."
"Yes, your legs. You don't know what beautiful legs you have, mate. Stay behind me," He says