“Alpha Riven… but you said you’d… today you promised you would—”
Seeing she was about to reveal something dangerous, Riven’s tone dropped into a cold growl, “Sorenna, that’s enough. Don’t test my patience.”
Her lips tightened into a small defiant pout, but one look at his expression made her back down.
As she slipped on her veil, she cast a concealed glare at Freya before leaving, reluctance written all over her movements.
Kael, using his youthful charm, hurried to Freya’s side. “Mom, Sorenna came to help me pick a gift for you! I wanted to give you the most amazing present in the whole Moonlands.”
Freya replied evenly, “I’m not upset. It’s… simply unexpected to run into the three of you here.”
She appeared distant. “If you don’t need anything else, I’ll return to the packhouse.”
“It’s rare for the three of us to be out together,” Riven said in a softer tone. “There’s a charity gathering tonight at the Alpha Council. Will you accompany me?”
Freya stayed silent, but her silence was enough for him to assume she’d agreed.
Without hesitation, he slid an arm around her waist.