Third Person's POV
Adelaide looked into Lance's brown eyes, deep as a starless night.
Amid the crackling pine fire, she sensed his cedar pheromones, sharp with glacier cold and bitter with gunpowder from his battle-stained armor.
Her nape gland prickled, releasing the Frostfang Alpha's soothing silvergrass scent.
After a pause, she said, "Alpha Lance, if we bond and you later find your Second Chance, she'd be your mistress. I've already severed one mate bond. Another would shame my parents and weaken my wolf."
Lance's wolf paced restlessly in his mind, eyes locked on the moon sigil at Adelaide's collarbone.
He suppressed the urge to leap up and pressed down on his hat.
When she mentioned severing a mate bond, his wolf clawed at his consciousness, "Her cedar carries silvergrass—she's
