‘Nyra, this is already the ninth time you’ve had a feeling about this,’ Lane told her wolf, her mental voice dripping with exhaustion as she massaged her throbbing temples.
Deep within her soul, Nyra didn't look remotely apologetic. The massive white wolf merely huffed, her silver eyes rolling in their shared consciousness. ‘So what? We actually deserve strong people as our mate, Lane, not some pretty boy who doesn't know his own worth like Ethan.’ It was an undeniable truth: Nyra had always utterly despised Ethan Blackwood.
Even when the fated mate bond had been fully intact, the white Alpha wolf had treated him with nothing but cold, snarling tolerance. But ever since the bond had been severed, Nyra’s internal matchmaker had gone completely off the rails.
Just last week, she had cla
