“She’s not just a witch,” he growled, his voice rough, ragged. “She’s my mate.”
The words landed like a shockwave.
Arold’s jaw tightened, his eyes widening just slightly before his expression became unreadable again. No one spoke. I wasn’t sure if it was because Lyra was a witch—or because our Beta had just found his mate in the middle of this chaos.
Hunter’s jaw was clenched so tight I swore I heard his teeth grind. “She helped us find Amber,” he snapped. His stance was rigid, like he was barely resisting the urge to shift. “So if you’ve got a problem with her, you’ve got a problem with me.”
Lyra placed a hand lightly on his arm.
Instantly, the rage rolling off him like heat from a wildfire dimmed. His breath hitched, his shoulders relaxing just enough that I could see the tension dr
