Arlen's POV
“I can tell she is your mate,” I froze for a second, thinking of what to do next, but then I saw the warmth in his eyes and relaxed.
Varianlir didn’t share the same feeling, though. He was still tense.
“I have—“
“How did you know?” I asked, cutting Varianlir off.
Valarian's golden eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled. "You carry his scent, little wolf. It is subtle, so I am guessing he only gave you one mark,” Varianlir held me even closer. “And the way he watches you—like you're the only star in his sky." He leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine. "Dragons know these things."
“Well, apparently not everyone because Astion hasn’t noticed,” Keila mumbled.
“Are we sure about that?” I said.
If Valarian had noticed only after meeting me, Astion must have fe
