Bonded to the Elf king
More importantly, why was I smelling magic in Eloise’s bedroom.
It didn’t take me long to see through it. I was an Elf King after all, so while she – Lyara, walked to me, with the cloaking spell in place, I had to keep myself from snapping. Eloise was my priority and I needed to know what she had done with her. Where was she? Where was my mate? And how the fuck was this wolf doing in my home again.
The last time i had caught her here, i had made sure to warn her sternly never to return, but she did. She had guts. Was she trying to find Ian?