Lane's POV
Kaelen glanced over at me.
The moonlight in his smoke-grey eyes looked like a frozen lake—calm, but capable of reflecting every secret.
My whole face instantly burned.
"Dammit, Nyra, get your pheromones under control!" I snapped at my wolf spirit.
Nyra lazily yawned. "But he smells so good, Lane. And I bet he can smell us, too. He's smelling it, and he's holding back."
"Enough. He's my superior, not my mate. Stop releasing that damn heat!"
"Oh, darling," Nyra's voice was full of
mischief, "I don't plan on stopping."
I felt hopeless.
Kaelen's nose twitched slightly. The moonlight cast a soft shadow over the bridge of his nose.
"Y-your pheromones..."
"Your Highness!" I practically jumped up, my voice hitting a high note. "I've heard you're one of the best fighters in t
