Kieran just stepped out of the pack house and was heading back into the forest when Ragnar stopped him.
"Ditching the party, Kieran?" He asked, slowly stepping out from the shadows.
Kieran's gaze darkened as he turned around. There wasn't a single hint of emotion on his face.
"I could say the same for you, Ragnar." He muttered. "You're a long way from the grand hall."
"And yet, you're here." Ragnar retorted. His eyes lowered to the dress Kieran held. "What have you got there? Having a little fun with your mate?"
"What I do in my pack is none of your business." Kieran snapped in a voice that had gone cold.
"You know, you surprise me, Kieran." Ragnar went on. "A lycan? Really? You were supposed to reject her the moment you felt the mate bond. I mean, considering what happened with
