Chapter 130

Third Person's POV

Dravos hesitated, his wolf restless beneath his skin. His jaw tightened, his eyes darting between Sivya and Vanya. The two women's gazes weighed heavily upon him, demanding, cornering, pressing him to an answer he could not freely give.

The truth was simple: he could not truly discard the rings. Those two simple bands of silver still carried Elara's scent, still reminded him of