Kyon POV
Dane had a biting sense of humor when he chose. He rested his hands on the map of the territories, his hands on either side of the medium-sized patch of forest known as Brighmere Grove, and gave Kyon and Azandra that Alpha look, with golden glowing eyes.
“As much as we’d all enjoy making peace with your in-laws, Kyon, I’m not pleased that Ransome has just plunged us into danger for you, your mate, and, most likely, our pack.”
The Crestas had left the happy and healthy crowd celebrating in the square and assembled inside the Great Hall of Cresta House for an emergency family meeting, with Tulaska joining in.
Azandra folded her arms. “Dane, my father didn’t know what I would do with the information. And are you the only ones who have the privilege of facing danger to help the pack?”