The Transfer novel Chapter 23

When I woke the next morning, Ezra was already awake. I slipped out the tent without waking Lila, who rubbed her nose and stirred slightly when I crawled past her. She was honestly adorable.

My wolf already thought of her as our sister. We shared a bond with each other. It wasn't anything like the one I had with my real brothers or even Liam, but it was there and we could definitely both feel it.

I even felt a bond with Lucas and Leon. I figured that since we had only met a few days ago, that it wouldn't be as strong as the one I had with Lila. But I knew it would grow stronger with the more time I spent with them.

"Morning princess," Ezra greeted as I sat down next to him on the log. He spoke quietly as there were still a lot of people sleeping.

Most of the guys were huddled near the tents protectively. They had all slept in their fur, and I even noticed Alfie sleeping next to the tent I had slept in.

In fact, Lucas, Leon, Kade, Quo and Liam had all slept around my tent. I smiled warmly at the thought.

"You feeling okay? You were having nightmares last night," Ezra asked me through our link. I looked over at him and sighed as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. I get them almost every night. It's fine though. They're just nightmares," I replied as I rubbed my tired eyes. My beast was still only just waking up.

"Alright. If you say so, princess," Ezra didn't argue with me and I was grateful. He knew that I would ask for help if I needed it.

I looked up as I noticed some of the wolves beginning to wake up. They stood and stretched, shaking out fur before most of them shifted back into their skin and slipped on clothes. They all began to lowly speak as they sat around the ashy fire pit.

"This waking up early shit is fucking pathetic," I heard Lucas' voice mutter from the tent as he pulled on a pair of shorts. I rolled my eyes at him as he bounded over and sat next to me on the log. He groaned and rubbed his face.

"It's not that bad, Lucas," I told him. He scoffed at me and I rolled my eyes. Lucas was clearly not a morning person.

"Shut up, you goody two shoes. Bad boys don't get up early," Lucas scolded me. I couldn't help but lightly laugh at him. Lucas was not a bad boy, whatsoever.

"Bad boy? Get over yourself, loser," I said playfully as I shoved him. He groaned some more and rolled his eyes at me yet again. He was a funny guy, and he made me laugh.

He was comfortable to be around and I liked it. I really did.

"Move," I heard a low rumble before behind me. I turned around, watching a hand extend and shove Lucas hard off the log and onto the ground. Liam sat down next to me and shifted close to sit with our legs and arms touching.

My skin tingled from the touch and I felt myself grow hot. Liam was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants. His torso was bare and exposed. He looked so good. He had a fair amount of scars across his whole torso and I noticed the number of them on his back also.

It was obvious that Liam was a fighter. A damn good one. I would hate to be the bear that he was going to take down.

Lucas groaned on the ground and thumped his head against the chair that was next him. I giggled softly at this and rolled my eyes. He was such an idiot.

"Morning, sugar," Liam mumbled lowly as he turned his head and kissed my temple gently. My skin felt like it was on fire from his touch. It was wonderful.

I looked over at him. I wanted to talk to him, but I wasn't sure what I could start a conversation about. So I looked down at his hands and figured I'd ask about a scar that ran across the top of his hand.

"How'd you get that?" I asked, leaning over to point at the scar. Liam looked from me and then down the scar. He ran his thumb over it and smiled as he kicked Lucas.

"Dipshit over here pushed me down a hill when we were younger. A stick went straight through my hand on the way down," Liam explained to me. He held his hand towards me and showed me the scar on both sides of his hand.

I winced. Shit, that sounded painful. I bet that Lucas felt terrible afterwards.

"Don't worry, sugar. It didn't hurt. I was too busy beating Lucas' ass to care," Liam quickly added as he saw the look on my face. I giggled as I looked down at Lucas who was drifting off to sleep again. He was still sprawled out on the ground, looking incredibly stupid and lazy.

But it was funny and cute. I let it slide.

"What about you? How'd you get that?" Liam asked me. I followed his gaze and looked down, noticing he was staring at the gigantic pinkish scar on my thigh.

I pulled my t-shirt dress down, my beast cowering inside my mind. She didn't like talking about that scar. Any other was fine.

"It doesn't matter how I got it," I mumbled as I tried to cover it up the best I could. I felt Liam tense from next to me and felt his confusion.

When I was assaulted by my Beta, he tore my leg open terribly. It was awful and it bled for hours. It took a whole week to heel and something it still throbbed when I thought about that night.