Auren POV
Lorien’s voice cut through mine like a blade, sharp and unshakable. She took a bold step forward, outrage radiating off her in a way that almost made me believe it myself. “I am with him because he is my mate,” she declared, her tone steady, her chin lifted. “Auren being a wolf and me being Fae doesn’t matter. The Goddess chooses as She pleases, and even someone with your power understands She doesn’t make mistakes. Everything She does is woven with purpose.”
My heartbeat spiked, traitorous and loud in my ears. I wanted to curse myself for how good it felt hearing her defend something built on lies.
“I will consider it,” Queen Elara said coolly, a dismissal wrapped in silk. “I will be in touch.”
I didn’t believe that for a second. The Fae were trouble incarnate.
“We look for
