“I miss our mate,” his wolf suddenly said inside their shared mind.
Lucian almost laughed.
“We left her only a few hours ago.”
“That is too long.”
“We will see her after the hunt.”
“We should return now.”
“We need food.”
“We can hunt another day.”
Lucian shook his head, though amusement warmed his chest.
“You said that yesterday.”
“Our mate is carrying our pup. We should stay beside her.”
“Agatha threatened to chase us out of the cottage herself if we continued hovering.”
“She did not mean it.”
“She picked up a broom.”
“She would not have struck us.”
Lucian remembered the determined look on Agatha’s face and smiled.
“She would have.”
His wolf became quiet for a moment. Then he grumbled.
“I still miss her.”
“So do I.”
Lucian truly did. He had been gone less than half a d
