Draw the Line

~ TARKYN ~

Tarkyn found her in a cluster of females near the tent the Alphas were using as a central hub. She stood in a huddle listening intently to another female whose face was unremarkable, but something in her spoke of strength and the kind of unsinkable nature that Tarkyn looked for in leaders.

In any other circumstances he might have stood back and taken time to observe, but there was no time. No time at all.

The guards—who'd given him more space as he went in search of Harth—spread wide, not interfering as Tarkyn approached his mate and tugged at her sleeve.

She turned, her eyes widening, then beamed a smile. "Tarkyn! I'm so glad you—"

"I'm sorry to interrupt but I need you."

Harth blinked, her smile faltering, then she nodded. "Yes, yes, sure. Just… Tarkyn this is Mae. I think I told you—"