"Mate!"
The word echoed through the ceiling and fell back on everyone who froze exactly where they stood.
A mate.
A rare word.
A quiet confession of everything I had done. Of what I was.
I could feel their eyes on me, burning and assessing. Wanting to know how it had come to be, but shrugging it off as nonsense all the same.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Donald's voice faltered, but Dane remained still, confident, his hand holding mine softly yet firmly.
"Aurelia is the mate the moon goddess has blessed me with, and I cannot do without her." Dane answered. "Any threat to her is a threat to me and to this country."
"Are you saying—?"
"The wedding date will be discussed with you all." Dane cut him off before he could finish, while Eric, for the first time since the gat
