Dawnlark Plains And kiss her lips and take her hands

he thought as saena did, but anger fell across him like a veil when she mentioned that she would not return, that she would run off with some dude she found in the mountains. he wanted to ask her what the fuck, but his logical self reenagaged. she had lost everything: her kids, her mate, her mind. she had come to only to lose laurel and indra to their father, and milo to death. Cas noticed she didn't mention the boy, and for that he also would not. his cousin had suffered enough. and he was ashamed of his kneejerk thought.

her next words brought the boy's head up; his single ear cupped forward to listen. she wanted him to come away from the Creek. for a brief moment of burning clarity, Casmir knew he must go. his allegiance had been to Saena from the very beginning, since he had followed her from the Maplewood, carried her children, protected her with his life. he had left Donnelaith for her, and now the pale woman asked him to come away again.

the hot flare died into a burning ember. Laika would not leave Spring, and how could he ask her to do so? her heart belonged in the pack that Saena had founded, and Casmir understood the passion of his mate's heart. could he depart her to follow Saena? surprisingly, emotions flooded the Mayfair again and he stared blankly at the earth before gathering himself with a gentle sigh.

"i love you, Saena," Cas murmured after a few heartbeats had passed, holding his cousin's gaze for as long as he dared; she still fostered a sense of submission in him, if he was being honest. he said no more; he knew that she would understand his meaning, even if she did not agree with it.

the boy knew in the next moment the glissade of heartbreak deep within him.