Dane
Princess Snow returned a few hours after Prince Lance mind linked, and she brought information from a conversation she overheard. She confirmed that a she-cat from our pack was giving intel to the rogues, and I was convinced that it was Alana. Especially, since there still hadn't been any sightings of Alana on our territory.
I could tell Tamara was trying to keep her cool for our cub's sake, but she was struggling with it. Every now and then, she would loudly crack her knuckles like one would do before punching somebody, then she would release a long, drawn out sigh of frustration.
It didn't help that it had been a few days since we had been intimate. I yearned to be inside of my beautiful mate again, and I knew it would be a good way to release some of the tension
