"There could be a connection between the two indeed!" Elder Yasoria said, her brows knitting together as she tried to piece together what Zevryn was truly implying.
If his wolf had genuinely felt the pull of a mate bond, then there was a chance, however impossible it seemed, that his mate had truly returned.
Yet, even as she spoke, a quiet doubt coiled within her heart. Her mind warred with logic and faith. But what if that bond doesn't belong to the queen? she thought gravely.
The way Queen Liliath had died it left no sane explanation for her return. Not even the moon goddess herself was known to rewrite fate so drastically.
Elder Yasoria's eyes lingered on Zevryn. He was watching her intently, his gaze sharp yet pleading, as though trying to read the truth from her expression before she could voice it.
The emperor, once a pillar of unshakable composure, now looked like a man standing at the fragile edge between hope and despair.
