Anthony
He didn’t want to believe it, that she’d been gifted to another. He’d never seen it coming at all, and why would he? When no wolfen folk out there would think that their Mate of two decades would be gifted a second Mate.
He stared at that filigree on her neck, gold against silver. His he knew was silver, and it was barely there anymore. The gold had fully overlaid it, or pushed it aside, he thought, to become the dominant part. It looked like a golden moon on her neck and his silver barely peeked out from around the edges. It kind of looked to him like a solar eclipse where sparks of silver were seen around the edges of the moon as it blocked the sun's light.
She’d told him more than once that he’d let Christy eclipse her in every way, and now here he stood looking at filigree
