Kyren's POV
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Watching Elian during his second heat cycle was one thing. But doing that in the presence of his other mates and literally the entirety of the nobles and high-ranking wolves of Lunaria added this urgency.
He was more than ready to claw out the hearts of whoever as much as blinks at his little flame for too long.
However, he also had to keep in mind the need to show 'peace' between the Dark Lands and Lunaria.
He didn't know how the Beta did it, but he was the reason Arcadia agreed to a temporary cease-fire deal scheduled for tonight.
The peace talks might not have worked on the Rogue king, but they seemed to have worked on the damned witches.
"Kyren." Elian's voice beside him as they walked toward the high table drew him back to reality.
He blinked before bringing his gaze to his little flame who had his arm wrapped around his. Elian's eyes were half lidded and his body still burned like he had an ancient oven inside him.