“LOVE?” GHIAN’S VOICE was so low it couldn’t quite count as a whisper, perhaps a suggestion of one.
But attuned as he was to the slightest sound, Aalyan opened his eyes anyway.
“I want you to come to talk to the council tomorrow. The Owls have new information for us.”
Aalyan hesitated, glancing down at the cubs—they’d stopped shifting with him a few weeks ago, a clear sign that they were ready for solid food. “Will any Owls be there? I don’t want to embarrass you if they cry.”
“f**k that,” Ghian said, a little too loudly and they both waited in absolute silence to see if they’d wake. “If they cry, they cry. We need you, and you are a package deal right now, they will deal.”
He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips at his alpha’s words. It’d felt good to help. When he’d first
