Isla
She’d walked out of the bedroom where everyone was sleeping and into the living area because she’d felt Ryder return, and she was curious about the goings-on between those two, considering what she’d seen out in the woods under that supermoon.
She’d stood and watched on as Ryder tried to tell Waylon what to do and understood it actually wasn’t something she had a right to do. Not only wasn’t Waylon a part of the King’s Eyes, he also wasn’t a wolfen folk living under Christian’s rule. He was, in fact, a King of his own lands.
Ryder, it seemed, had completely forgotten that about Waylon or … ‘Not forgotten.’ Beula, her wolf, snickered, ‘Looks at him like he’s one of us, or…’
‘Oh, it’s the or…’ Isla chuckled to her own beast. ‘She and Waylon are in a relationship, albeit an inter-rea
