Trench was enjoying this quiet time with his mate when a knock interrupted them. Her head sprang up, and eyes gold with her Tigress blinked up at him.
“It’s time,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb down her cheek.
Bria nodded and rose off his lap. He hated the chill that hit him the second they weren’t touching, but Trench needed to have his head on straight for this.
The Shifter Council of New York City had grown in power over the last year. The moniker no longer worked since they handled Shifter affairs in all the tri-state area. New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut now falling under their purview. But business was business, and their reputation was such that they were loath to change it.