Torn Between Mates

Ayana's POV I sat with my hands clasped together on my lap, trying my hardest to sit still and not arouse anyone’s attention. It would not do to look badly behaved in front of my new pack, even though I was anxious. I had just arrived, barely an hour ago, at the Vale Pack compound. The person who had brought me here was a petite but curvy woman named Rayne wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket, paired with boots that had heels so high and sharp, they were probably functional weapons. She also had a warm aura that helped to calm my nerves.