Claimed by the Pack
Then, without warning, he got up from his seat and walked toward the massive window.
He stood there, tall and rigid, staring down at his pack. Warriors sparred below; pups chased each other across the field. Young lovers hid beneath the massive oak tree, thinking they were being discreet. The whole pack was alive, thriving, oblivious to the storm brewing inside their Alpha.
“I found my mate,” Kyron said at last, his voice low…too low.
His left hand slipped into his pocket while his right clutched the curtain, knuckles pale from how tight he held it.