"Do you think we did the right thing to look for her? She has already rejected us…"
"We will not regret our decision. And we certainly do not have any doubt about this." Beowulf growled at me. "Remember, from her conversation with her mother, they talked about a half-mate mark on her neck… could it be ours?"
"They said she was born with it." I narrowed my eyes at how absurd it sounds.
"But there is no such thing as being born with a half-mate mark."
"Exactly. The Fae royalty aren't what they seem to be. I wonder what they are hiding…" I paused, the feeling of unease crawling underneath my skin.
"We need to bring Ember to our realm as soon as possible… We have been away for a while now, and there is no way I can communicate with the elders. If the bloodmoon pack finds out about our disappearance, they won't hesitate to attack."
"But don't we have time? Time goes slower here, a day is equivalent to two in our realm." Beowulf covered his eyes with his paws.