Chapter 13: It's Not a Spell, It's Fate

Naomi POV

“You belong together.”

“No question.”

She blinked. She didn’t expect either the Evenhide Pack Wise Woman, newly recovered and back on the job, or her own pack’s Wise Woman, Roslynn, to declare Cyran her fated mate the minute they walked into the bedroom.

Nor did she expect to feel this tidal wave of relief and nerves.

Tulaska had put on a shimmery cape that looked like moonbeams while Roslynn, not to be outdone, had chosen a red one with gold threads running through it.

While holding Tulaska’s hand, Cyran exhaled, closing his eyes and lifting his face toward the heavens, maybe toward the moon. “Thank you.”

“We’re grateful, but one question. Why the quick answer?” Naomi asked.

Cyran attempted humor. “Only one reason I can think of. Is the pack going to destroy itself?”

Naomi gasped. She couldn’t believe he asked that! But then, it was Cyran, and he had an outrageous side.