Zeith
“Sorceress mate?” Ivan almost bellowed as I watched him intently after I told him about Tempest. His forehead creased in confusion.
We were on the training ground, and there were only a few wolves with us. They had just finished their training that afternoon, so the others took a skinny dip somewhere or just relaxed in their respective rooms or raided some food in the kitchen inside the pack house.
“You found your mate? Wasn’t Nevena your mate, Zeith?” my brother continued.
I stepped closer to him, smiling at him as I held one side of his face. He looked deep into my eyes.
“Brat, I remember,” I informed him.
His lips parted as he stared back at me with round eyes. He must have recognized the
