[Declan]
"Uhm– Avira," I called, looking at her. For a moment, I saw her freeze but she did not look away from Dylan.
When she looked away eventually, it was with a deliberate sluggishness, as if it was an exercise she would rather not do.
"I'm sorry for what happened earlier, it–" I apologized or tried to, but Avira's calm voice sharply cut me off.
"I already told you, Declan. You do not owe me any explanation or an apology. You did what you did. In fact I should apologize for barging in on you and your lover." She replied instead. Her tone was calm, too calm for a she-wolf who had caught her mate in bed with another woman.
For Avira's case, she is a Luna while the other woman is a slave which is worse. But she did nothing, and said as much. An indication that the mate bond which we share means nothing to her.
She continued walking down the hall, towards the door that led to the throne room while I followed from behind her with Dylan who had not say anything.
