“My intentions?” Zayden repeated.
“Yes,” said West perturbed, “because the way I see it, she is good enough for you to bed down, but not quite enough to mark.”
Once West had smelled Zayden on Athena this morning, the first thing he did was to look at her neck to see if she had been marked, bitten, a completion of the bond that was started by the Moon Goddess pairing them. West had marked Eric within the first 30 minutes of meeting him. It was a surrender to the Moon Goddess’ choice, but also, in a sense, saying ‘I am yours and you are mine, forever.’ Because it strengthened the pull between the two mates, connecting their wolves in this life and the next.
The fact that he hadn’t seen fit to mark her worried West that, perhaps, the man had a prejudice against runts. That was something Ne
