Scoping the Battleground
The three werewolves changed into more comfortable wear and then slid under their blankets. Lucien, who slept between Ronan and Annalynne, was quickly monopolized by his sister who insisted that she needed to hug her brother in order to fall asleep.
Ronan could not be more miserable. Clearly, he and Lucien were the couple, but Lucien was busy with his sister and Ronan became the third wheel.
To make matters worse, Annalynne was acting like a five-year-old spoiled princess. She could not stop talking.
"Lulu, I am so cold, hug me tighter..."
"Lulu, do you remember when we were still young..."
"Lulu, I want a good night kiss..."
In the darkness of the tent, the sounds of the kisses and their breathing were magnified tenfold. Ronan might as well be drenched in oil and grilled over fire. He was so jealous that he was about to explode.