HE DIDN’T SPEAK TO anyone of his dark thoughts; Aalyan clearly wasn’t in the mood for conversation, though he would gladly curl up against him when Ghian came home, and he couldn’t bear to see the hurt in any of his packmates’ faces had he voiced such a betrayal.
It wasn’t like he was truly considering it, but knowing he could do something to end his mate’s suffering helped. And then he got back one night and stumbled against the slab he used as a desk and realised the plans he’d made for Aalyan’s welcome could still be implemented. His mate watched him with green-yellow eyes from across the room as he put away all his papers and got some of the extra furs to make a separate bed. Ghian risked a glance his way, but Aalyan still had no mouth that could speak and all he got through the bond
