The ride to Blackthorn Keep had Darius perplexed. He whistled at the thought of the Moonseeker's abilities.
He wondered if one could lie to her. She hadn't even asked if Serena was truly his mate or not.
Darius exhaled as he rode quickly down the dirt path. The wind pulled at his cloak, cool against his skin, but his mind was elsewhere.
The Moonseeker wanted Serena? He tried to figure out what reason she could possibly have for requesting her.
Ronan remained silent, not because they were arguing, but because of the unspoken fact that the wolf was unsure what to make of it.
The Moonseeker was the spiritual head of the pack. Though Darius, as Alpha, could ignore her and do as he pleased.
However, the implication of doing so would mean he was disregarding a direct emissary of Lunara, the moon goddess.
Darius' hands tightened on the reins of his horse, lost in thought. Whatever the Moonseeker was asking for, he hoped it wouldn't harm Serena in any way.
