Lane Conlay’s POV
‘He knows exactly who you were mated to, Lane! That means he has been secretly keeping an eye on you this entire time!’
Nyra shouted inside their shared consciousness, her tail wagging furiously despite her previous complaints. ‘And don't forget the rumors Maya mentioned! The royal elite guards who were sent to clean up and protect the Silvermoon packhouse—those weren't just random soldiers from the Capital. They were personal vanguard warriors sent directly by him!’
Nyra continued pacing around frantically in Lane's head, her massive white paws kicking up imaginary dust. ‘Although he seems completely, madly in love with you, that untamed beard is still deeply traumatizing to my aesthetic standards. We have officially removed him from our list of future mate candidates
