Elder Markov arrived at the Estate with Dr. Thorne, both looking grave as Mrs. Blackwood led them into the sitting room where Eve and the three brothers waited.
Eve had fed that morning....gentle, controlled sex with Silas while the other two watched carefully, ready to intervene if his wolf showed any signs of surfacing. It had been almost clinical in its carefulness, so different from the wild claiming just yesterday.
"Thank you for coming so quickly," Damian said, gesturing for them to sit.
"You said it was urgent," Elder Markov said, his ancient eyes studying Eve with unnerving intensity. "That one of your wolves surfaced during intimacy and nearly killed your mate. I assume you mean that literally, not hyperbolically?"
