Klive Brion POV.
He was in a state of desperation. That could be useful. I shook my head and put my hands on my hips.
"Wren, how old are you?" I inquired, annoyed.
"Twenty-four," he replied quickly, clearly perplexed.
"She is twenty-six years old. Are you certain she is your mate? It is unusual for her to be older than you."
In his eyes, the light had gone out. Tears threatened to spill in its place. He was collapsing in front of me. He inhaled deeply, shakily, and ran his hand through his long, dark brown hair.
"My wolf is certain," he said quietly, not looking at me.
"You did not even see her," I insisted.
He was tough and trusted his beast's instincts. That was excellent. I was considering making a deal with him. One that would ensure his and his sister's place in the pack. I re
