Manson POV:
I walked through the hall, searching for Elizabeth, who had excused herself to get some air. Our conversation about her conditions for accepting our mate bond had left many things unsaid, and I needed to talk to her—about our packs, about our bond, about everything unspoken between us.
My wolf paced restlessly within me, urging me to find her and claim what was ours. I was about to step out onto the balcony when I froze at the sight before me. Elizabeth was there, but she wasn’t alone. She was sitting with Arthur, both of them engrossed in a deep conversation, and my jaw clenched tightly at the sight.
They sat close together—too close for my liking—watching the stars in a way that was undeniably romantic. A low growl rumbled in my chest, my wolf’s fury barely contained.
I c
