“Is he for real?” Lisa whispered, watching Connor. “Doesn’t he think he’s being a bit too protective of his mate?”
She was too intimidated by the High Alpha’s sheer presence to say it to his face, though. I let out a soft laugh, finding his possessiveness strangely grounding. I wasn't used to anyone guarding my perimeter so fiercely; his concern felt like a sudden spring thaw in a land of eternal winter.
After a quiet moment, I briefed them on the Secret council's decision and handed the revised blood-oath scroll to Connor. He sat beside me on the furs, his fingers weaving through my hair in a slow, rhythmic possessiveness.
“The winds of the territories shift faster than a chasing wolf,” he rumbled. “It’s not unheard of for a rogue to break into the Southern hierarchy, but predicting to
