A Second Chance: My Twin Mates
They all arrived with gifts: rare furs, sealed chests of coin, a ceremonial blade from the Eastern Ridge, its hilt wrapped in silver-threaded leather and others even brought gold and iron for weapon crafting.
Courtesy. Always courtesy, when fear wore perfume.
“Alpha Brynn,” said Lord Kaelen of the Ashmar Pack, inclining his head with a diplomat’s grace. “Our gratitude for receiving us on such short notice,” he looked at me and then at Frynn, maybe not sure which one of us is which, then I saw realization in his eyes as he remembered that I always sit on the right.
I returned the gesture, “Fiato honors its allies.” The word allies tasted different now.
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