The Living Hall of the Lycan Palace was full. The Lycan Leader, his Luna, his mistress, and every extra that worked or was in the building at that moment was present.
I helped Saira to the sofa, blatantly ignoring the presence of my brother as he shadowed us. Growing up, we never got along. But for various reasons, his face irritated me more today than before.
“She should’ve killed him…she should’ve killed…why didn’t she kill him?” Malko moaned melancholically, and I could almost envision him curling his tail around himself, shoulders drooped, eyes vacant, as regret and depression assaulted my senses.
I agreed with him, of course. Though their bond was incomplete, Einas still found Saira before I did. This was the advantage of a soulmate bond that even a bonding mark, or even a chosen m
