56 Hair-Trigger - Part 1

~ TARKYN ~

An hour later as they stepped off the trail from the mountain and into the shadow of the WildWood canopy, Tarkyn had to roll his shoulders.

From the moment the guards had shown up, there had been an itch between his shoulder-blades. But he had no time for it, no energy or attention to give to it. His mate was here, and she was in fear and anger and uncertainty.

'The Queen… have you ever mated with her?' Harth murmured through the bond.

'No!' he replied, frantic. Grateful that it was true. 'Harth, please… you have to believe me that the other females in my life have never held my heart. I've never felt with them what I felt with you. Never.'