Kenzo forced himself to walk out of the council chamber with measured steps, even though everything inside of him wanted to stay. To stand between Esmeray and whatever the council wanted to discuss "privately."
Go back, Midnight snarled. Our mate is in there. Alone. Vulnerable.
She's not vulnerable, Kenzo reminded his wolf. She's a decorated war general. She can handle herself.
But that didn't stop the anxiety clawing at his chest.
He made it halfway down the corridor before Raden appeared, falling into step beside him. His Beta's expression was carefully neutral, but Kenzo could see the concern in his eyes.
"How did it go?" Raden asked quietly.
"As well as could be expected," Kenzo said. "They're suspicious."
"Of what?"
"I don't know. Everything. Nothing." Kenzo's jaw tightened. "
