Lyra had never liked Drew Selby, but today sealed it. She didn’t just dislike the man, she hated him. How could he sit there, pushing his own agenda without any fear of pushback from the other elders? He clearly wanted his daughter to become Luna, with no regard for what Jake wanted or what was best for the pack.
“Drew,” Dylan said calmly, “we need to think carefully about what you’re implying. You’re suggesting the Alpha reject his mate.”
Drew nodded, casting a disinterested glance at Dylan. “For the betterment of the pack. He needs a suitable Luna at his side.”
“Wolves die from losing their mates,” Dylan countered. “You’re asking our Alpha to deliberately weaken himself because you don’t approve of Lyra’s heritage. You’re all ignoring the fact that fated mates strengthen one another.
