Chapter 13: Marcus Mond

Azandra POV

She waited inside the Great Hall for the Wintertail Alpha to arrive.

Although Dane could pace with the best of them, he held her arm and kept her still when she did another circle around the room, her third. Kyon and Lilia stood quietly meditating.

“Pacing won’t make the time go faster,” he murmured.

“You pace all the time.”

“I know. That’s how I know that it’s comforting in the short term but just leads to anxiety. What will be will be, Azandra. We’ll face it as a family.”

The great wooden doors opened, and Patch and Dirge walked in on either side of a young male that Azandra assumed was Marcus Mond.

A young, breathtakingly handsome male who smelled as clean as winter.