[Selene! You went far beyond acceptable bounds today!]
[Do you have any idea—someone captured your little display at the waystation and spread it through the pack networks! If this reaches the Council, how is Lyra supposed to show her face?!]
[Send word immediately to clarify this situation. Do that, and I'll pretend nothing happened.]
[Selene, don't forget—your parents have retired from pack leadership. Your entire bloodline depends on MY position now. I'm not the Alpha I used to be!]
Then a bond-request flickered across the stone's surface.
From the Omega Rogan had been so desperate to shield.
Lyra Vulpayne.
She sent mirror-orb recordings. Scent-memory captures. And a message:
[Selene, Rogan stopped feeling anything for you long ago. Staying bonded to you was merely obligation.]
[Since we're all done with pretenses now...]
[Why bother hiding anymore? So what if pack opinion turns against me? The bold ones claim their pleasures first!]
[The more wolves attack me, the more your mate protects me. The better my standing becomes. Believe it or not!]
I watched the mirror-orb recording she'd sent.