Andria's POV
Last night's events were like a foggy memory: the stray wolves, Zade, Aven, Tristan and Damon. I woke up to distorted sound, and their collective scents filling my senses, trying to regain my bearings as everything was blurry and the room was spinning.
When my eyes finally cleared, I could see them, Zade, Tristan and Damon. They seemed to be in a heated discussion that they had overlooked when I woke up.
"You shouldn't have let her leave, knowing her scent was that obvious, and it was late," Damon shot at Tristan.
Wait, were they talking about me?, I looked at myself properly to check if I was still intact, judging that they were my mates and the bond was there to make them lose themselves.
"Let's hope she is ok, she doesn't seem like one to be a damsel in distress," Tristan said, in between his teeth; he looked visibly angry.
Zade seemed to be putting up with them well, and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.
