Kaelen’s POV
The pack began to rustle with a mix of tension and power over the territory. I stood on the balcony of the Pack House with Lyra beside me and I could feel the joint breath of hundreds of wolves in their chests. They must have noticed the mark on her neck—the rough shape of the teeth that was still fresh, a permanent stamp of my teeth on her skin.
“This is Lyra,” I grumbled, and my voice was heard even to the farthest part of the woods. “She’s your Luna. She’s my mate. Her word is also my word. Her life is mine.”
They remained silent afterwards, an expression of reverence, yet I could detect that Lyra always made me feel her heat. The bond was strong—not concerned with just pack matters or a random dinner that was to be followed. It is just concerned with all the things that
