We were still kissing and hugging when the door opened.
Not softly. Not politely. It swung inward with the kind of authority that did not ask permission, and the sound of it echoed through the chamber like a warning bell.
I barely had time to pull away before Elder Torin’s voice cut through the air.
“That will be enough.”
My lips were still warm. My pulse was still racing. For a heartbeat, I could not remember where I was, only that Clay’s mouth had been on mine. Then reality rushed back all at once.
Elder Torin stood in the doorway, tall and unyielding, his silver hair tied back, his expression carved from stone. His sharp eyes swept over us without surprise, only disappointment.
“The heads of the other packs are waiting in the council chambers,” he said. “This is not the time for…
