Turning, Rhyson nodded at the others, who hesitantly filed out of the room. They wouldn’t be going far. I turned to follow them, but Rhyson snagged my arm. “She stays.”
“I don’t sense a mate bond,” Elonso argued.
Sure. Twist the knife why don’t you, asshole?
It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know.
“What she is to me is none of your concern. She stays or I walk.”
“Interesting.” Elonso shrugged and sat. “Fine.”
Rhyson pulled a chair out for me, and I quietly sat, wishing I could curl up in the corner. Everywhere I went on this mountain, everyone’s attention was on me. I was so not used to it.
Rhyson sat on one side of me and Jenson on the other. We faced London and Elonso. The alpha of Snake River Valley looked just as aggravated as when we first met him. I assumed that was because Elons
