“I hate you, Yeung Leung.
A growl grew in my throat. With a sigh, I splashed water on my face. Enough. I hated being weak. I had to go see Lien.
The familiar scent alerted me that April was close. I slipped out of the hot spring and draped the dry towel around me quickly, while hating the forced and pretend modesty. I had known her since I was a child and we were a Pack now. Nudity was natural for us.
We loved each other. Our love was banned in our world.”