AMARIS
The words left my mouth and the study changed pressure.
"They are my fated mates. Both of them."
Corvin did not move. His eyes went from my face to Ryker's, to Rowan's, and back to mine, and I watched forty years of pack law and bloodline and precedent go through him at speed, searching for the shelf where this belonged, and finding that no such shelf had ever been built.
"That is not possible." Flat. Not dismissal. A man checking the foundations. "The moon assigns one."
