After all, Aurora had no blood ties to the Duskmoor pack now. To outsiders, they were just an ordinary courting pair.
After the celebration ended, a tipsy Aurora sat in the carriage seat beside him, her fingers restlessly tugging at his sleeve, her voice thick with mead and grievance.
"Fenris... I really can't go back to that guest lodge... Can I stay at your keep until the bond dissolution waiting period is over?"
His hands tightened on the reins.
Logic told him to refuse.
It would be hard to explain to me, and if things blew up, the pack elders might find out.
But looking at her reddened eyes and flushed cheeks, he found himself steering toward the Alpha's keep as if possessed.
It wasn't until he reached the front entrance that he saw something he hadn't expected.
I was standing at the threshold, talking to Kael Thornhart.
Kael was a well-known high-born heir in their circles, but he'd refused to inherit his family's territory and become a Pack Advocate instead, specializing in bond-law.
We each held a document in our hands.
Fenris's heart lurched. He steadied Aurora and strode toward us.