Swiftcurrent Creek rain for the water gods

Lestan called to him and so he would come with haste. For as little as he had trusted the dark wolf prior, over the weeks grew a certain camaraderie to the other Mayfair—perhaps, something that would blossom further into a kinship if given time.

Yet when his champagne gaze swept over Reverie first, and then the blood-speckled Lestan, his brows shot up in worry, a curl at his lips before the question spilled out: “What happened?”