If their intention was to weaken the leadership of the Pride, that is.
By the time he made it to Marc’s bedroom, the Lion was getting riled.It was immediately soothed when her scent flooded his senses.Then, he heard her humming a tune under her breath and the Lion rumbled its version of a purr as her melody calmed the animal further.
Nudging the door open, he saw her wrapped up in a towel, applying lotion to her legs.
Maybe she felt a draft or she heard the heavy breaths of the beast, but she spun around, letting out a shriek as she did.
Clutching the towel to her with one hand, she pressed the other to her throat.
“You’re in a Pride, El.You’re going to see Lions,” she mumbled, more to herself than Ryan, he thought.
Tilting his head to the side, he studied her, then sank back onto the floor Sphinx-like as he watched her.
She cleared her throat.“You’re just going to watch me, huh?”
He lowered his head.
El sighed.“You’re one of my mates, right?”
He huffed.As if he’d let another male into a room when he could scent her essence was pure and clean like it would only ever be after a shower.
“I’ll take that as a yes.You’re not Marc.I think he’d be darker.Trip’s Lion is really blond.You have to be Ryan, but confirm that, please?”
The shakiness in her voice was the only reason he ducked his head again.
She sighed with relief, headed over to him and bowed down to ruffle her fingers over his head and through his mane.He let out another rumble that had her sighing shakily.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to having big cats roaming around the place,” she grumbled, then after patting him, returned to the bed where she had a few items of clothing at the base.
He watched as she bit her lip, peeped at him, then sucked in a breath and released the towel.He let out an approving rumble that extended when he saw what she was wearing.
Ceremonial robes.
The toga-like outfit was made for easy access.Not for mates to access their partner’s bodies, although he was certain that was one of the many reasons too, but for shifting.
With a simple tug, the toga would part and let the female shift.Of course, humans couldn’t shift, so Ryan was mostly satisfied that getting her naked would be easy.
He watched as she held out the long swathe of fabric, tutting under her breath as she tried to wrap it around herself properly.
After watching her for a moment, moments in which she struggled, he shifted.
The energy in the air changed with a shift, and he noticed she spun around to stare at him before he even began to turn from beast into man.
There was definitely something going on with her.
Whether she was Shifter or not, there was definitely something about her that was sensitive to their energy.
Could she be a female Shifter?Was it even possible?Wouldn’t they have scented it on her?
Surely his beast would have done.
But it hadn’t.
Though he was confused, he didn’t display it as he strode toward her the second he was on his feet once more.
“What are you doing?”she demanded, half squeak.
He smiled at her.“Helping you change.”
