Swiftcurrent Creek heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved

Cygnet was as silent as ever—Moss had never been one to talk much, but Cygnet refrained entirely from the act—thought he did not feel this was a fault of hers. Arric might have disagreed, but Cygnet was an asset to their pack—loyal in ways that his Beta might not have been used to—and clearly hurt by the blue-eyed man’s sudden position within her life and having to share Arlette.

With a smirk as she flashed a look to him, uttering a demanding bark, he sauntered after her—ensuring to snap playfully at her heels before barraging ahead—beginning a round of chaotic border patrol with the pack’s growing spitfire.