“If she is your mate…” Conall said carefully, breaking the heavy silence that had settled inside the suite. “Then you have to make a decision, my king.”
Damon did not move.
His gaze remained fixed somewhere beyond the walls, though he was no longer seeing the room in front of him.
“Either you continue pursuing the Silver Wolf…” Conall continued, his tone steady but respectful, “or you accept what the Moon Goddess has given you.”
A pause.
“And blessed you with.”
Damon exhaled slowly.
“You know why we need the Silver Wolf,” he said, his voice low.
There was no anger in it.
Only weight.
“You know why I’ve spent years searching for her.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
“Why I never searched for my own mate.”
Conall said nothing.
Because he did know.
Damon turned slightly, his eyes d
