Swiftcurrent Creek Rebirthing

A heavy lump formed in his throat as Arlette emerged and Sovereign explained what had happened. A slight chill of dread ran up his spine, now that she knew he and Sovereign had bedded. Arlette was her Auntie. How would she take this kind of news, that Sovereign knew the touch of a man?

He would not turn and flee should he be scorned or cursed on. He would stay by his mate's side, owning up to the consequences.

He stood close, ears pricked at attention, but eyes firmly averted, anxiously on the ground.