A surge of sorrowing pain plunged into Reynard’s chest, realising his best friend and mate may never be able to connect with nature and her wolf spirit ever again. He looked at Brendan, sensing his own suffering down the bond, and his eyes widened when he saw a puff of his smoky shadows emit from him.
‘Brendan,’ Rey quavered down the bond. ‘You need to relax.’
“Zale, please see your friend out; he’s interrupted enough,” stated Alpha Wilder.
“Yes, sir,” he responded, already on his feet, leading Brendan out with a firm grip.
Before he could force himself back in, Reynard pushed down the bond to stop him. ‘I’ll fill you in when the meeting is over.’
Clenching his jaw, Brendan nodded once and stopped fighting against his friend’s force.
The meeting continued.
Machiavelli sat back d
