Ghian
Aalyan was his absolute priority; he’d been since he’d sensed his mate’s distress earlier. If not for the bond, he’d have probably convinced himself he was imagining it, just letting his anxious worry get the better of him.
But there was no denying the soul.
And he’d been right to listen, even if he’d come too late to confront the threat (and rip his every limb out for ever daring to look at Aalyan, let alone scare him), there had been no other possibility once he’d felt his mate was afraid. And even though Ghian had failed to defend him, his mate had still needed him desperately—the way he’d almost fainted in his arms was more than enough proof for Ghian. The younger shifters he was guiding had clearly welcomed his presence too, even the Leopard child whose presence Ghian couldn’
