Myra and Sinsa walked a short distance from the sparring ground, down a short path in the Crescent Estates garden.
Between them, the air was cold, and Myra wrapped her cashmere sweater tighter, walking with a nervous bite to her lips, as their looming silence held.
It had been a long time since she last felt complete peace, a sense of finally belonging. Over the past few days, she had sensed the pack's grievances against her gradually changing and shifting.
Tarrin still hadn’t stopped teasing her and Draven. When she was naked and being ravished by the alpha in the alpha's study, she couldn't blame him for almost walking in on them, especially since it was Draven's roar that sent the gamma fleeing, his laughter echoing.
Myra couldn’t meet his eyes for days after that, not until he crac
