Zara Fen POV
The silence that followed my words was sharp enough to bleed.
Alpha Lir didn't flinch. If my words had wounded him, then he definitely hid it behind the same mask of cold, Alpha authority he had worn the night he banished me from the pack. I took a breath in to shoot the thought of him and that dreadful night out of my head but the sudden sharp whiff of his scent—once the only thing that could make my world steady—now smelled of expensive leather and calculated indifference came to me at once.
Beside him, Elara’s face was a map of suppressed fury.
"That's enough," Alpha Silas said, his voice cutting through the room. He didn't sound angry, he simply sounded bored. "The Master Weaver has work to do. Lir, and we have trade to discuss in my study. Alone."
Alpha Lir finally b
