Rhys

I know the second Lina’s eyes meet mine that there’s no going back.

Her shock is there—sharp, bright—but she buries it fast. Too fast. She steps wider, defensive, and Tirianna doesn’t hesitate. The female snatches up both packs and bolts down the tunnel, her footsteps uneven but determined.

Good.

Let her go, my wolf urges. Tell the female who we are. Tell her she is ours.

His claim is so bold it halts my thoughts. The pull to her has always been there and so has my beast's interest but he has never been this plain about it.

Now is not the time to think about mates, I scold...