Annie and Michael

Annie stood before the wardrobe, her cascading chestnut brown hair framing her figure with loose waves, illuminated by the soft light filtering through the window, creating a semblance of light brown highlights. Her dark brown eyes focused on the options provided by Michael and the pack for the night, contemplating what to wear as her thoughts drifted to John's situation and the emotions he must have experienced upon the sudden revelation of his true past.

Observing from the doorway, Michael, with his honey-coloured hair tied in a loose ponytail, watched Annie with intent. His eyes traced the graceful movements of her lean yet muscular body, appreciating the subtle beauty she exuded. Unbeknownst to Annie, his lion instincts stirred in silent admiration for his mate, creating a subtle tension in the air, an energy waiting to be acknowledged. The lion and the human both agreed, their room and their side is where their mate belonged.

As Annie deliberated over her outfit, Michael's though