I know Tieran is, too.
However, he’s still speaking, voicing a tribute to the lives lost now.
It’s really only Alpha Duncan, but he mentions the misguided enforcers from Nantahala Pack as well, saying they were not of sound mind with Alpha Bryson being their leader.
He mentions Alpha Kin, too.
Which is met with growls because he’s already told the pack about his betrayal.
“He was still a Carnage Wolf,” Tieran reminds them all. “But his actions against this pack will keep him from being properly buried.” He looks at Alpha Dirk then and nods.
Alpha Dirk doesn’t even hesitate. He picks up Alpha Kin’s body and tosses him into the bonfire, drawing more howls from the crowd.
But Alpha Duncan is treated much differently.
His body is wrapped up for shipment back to Black Mountain Pack territory to be buried among the warriors of our kind.
Everyone is silent for the ceremony, which Alpha Ebony and Alpha Pan lead. They don’t hide their emotions, their grief a palpable presence the pack embraces in kind.
Alpha Duncan was a good wolf.
A strong man.
An excellent clan leader.
He will be missed by us all.
All statements I don’t say out loud, but think as the final preparations are made for the transport of his body back to the pack headquarters.
Tieran helps Alpha Pan and Alpha Ebony carry him to the yacht. Beta Lock and Alpha Mackin are waiting to help guide the transport.
Alpha Pan and Alpha Ebony will go with Alpha Duncan.
Tieran hugs them all, saying a few private words to each of them.
Private words that I realize I canhear.
Not with my ears, but in my mind.
Because I can hear Tieran’s thoughts.
My brow furrows.Well, that’s new.
He glances at me, then returns his focus to the others.
Fully mated clans typically develop a telepathic link that allows mates to talk to each other, but I didn’t realize ours would happen so quickly.
Actually, I wasn’t sure if ours would happen at all, what with Clove being a half-breed and all.
However, I canfeelher in my soul.Hearher in my mind.
And tapping into it is ahugemistake. Her need slams into my gut, causing my knees to buckle and sending me to the sand with a groan that I can’t hold back.
“Right,” Tieran says, clearing his throat. “Volt and I are needed back at the den. Our Omega has just gone into heat.”
I don’t see their reaction, my mind entirely focused on Clove’sneed.
“Yes, we’re mated,” I hear him explaining.
