An hour had passed and Mencius had asked his men to set up a tent for the Lycan’s so that they could take shelter from the sun. A second smaller tent had been set up to one side and he was sat inside with Shari, Seth, Nadine and Elijah.
Resting on cushions, Elijah couldn’t take his eyes off Shari. Lycan’s didn’t all have fated mates like the wolves, it was hit and miss. So he had always assumed that he didn’t have one, just like his queen. At one point, he had hoped that he would be mated to Irida, but she remained mateless when she turned 18. And all his dreams were dashed.
He hadn’t had a lack of female Lycan’s throwing themselves at him, and it was often said that he was a heartbreaker. Never intentionally on his part. He just knew that he would either wait to fall in love, or find
