Chapter 156

Third Person's POV

Did the Mercer den insist on gnawing at this loss today? Leander pressed his lips into a thin line, amber eyes steady on Toby, whose calm demeanor belied the electric tension in the hall.

Leander's feelings toward this young wolf were tangled. Not exactly fondness, not exactly disdain-but a gnawing guilt lingered. Toby had already made it clear: Cerys would have his protection t