Lyra
Thorian and Soren did everything they could to talk some sense into Vaelin, but he wasn’t budging.
“Vaelin, think carefully about what you’re saying,” Thorian said, his voice calm but carrying a weight underneath it. “We’re a pack. A family. Everything gets shared between us — including our mates.”
Vaelin’s expression stayed exactly where it was. “I don’t care. I’m not sharing Lyra.”
Soren tried coming at it differently. “But Vaelin, we love her together. We’re better that way — stronger.”
“I’m not interested in being stronger,” Vaelin shot back. “What I’m interested in is having Lyra to myself.”
Thorian and Soren looked at one another, and what passed between them said enough. Neither of them had ever seen Vaelin this way before — this stubborn, this locked in.
“Vaelin, please
