Ghost Lion Crag i will not let my future go on without the help of my soul

arcturus was stung by the glint of humor in wraen’s gaze. just as she had forgotten he could be a bit of a wet blanket when it came to humor, arcturus, in his own despair, had forgotten wraen was clever enough to see the hilarity in just about any situation.

but this wasn’t funny! he’d made a grave mistake — and in doing so has compromised everything.

the beta’s expression contorted into one of anguish. it had been nearly half a day since his rendezvous with the dark woman, and still he felt shame cling to his pelt. it wasn’t just that towhee had hit it and quit it — it was that she had, in a single moment, challenged every idealization arcturus had surrounding breeding. i don’t even know her name! he blurted again, feeling a rush of tingling red thrum along his cheeks. i— shouldn’t have done it. his words took on a lamenting tone, and arcturus sunk to the ground with his gaze downcast.