"Then what IS the issue?"
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'The elders are furious. Emergency council the moment we returned. "Bonding with a rival chief" they keep saying. "Abomination." Three warriors dead defending her, and now she's bound to both tribes? To chiefs whose people have been enemies for generations? They're calling it betrayal. Saying I chose her over my own people. Over centuries of tradition.'ฅᨐฅ
Faelyn's face stayed carefully neutral.
But inside, her heart dropped.
Abomination.
Betrayal.
Three warriors dead.
"There is no issue," Roshan said finally. "Just politics. Tribal traditions. Nothing you need to worry about."
He was lying.
And he was bad at it.
Nyx's mind: ฅᨐฅ'My elders said the same. Shadowclaw and Sunpelt have been rivals for generations. Our chiefs sharing a mate? They called it pollution of bloodlines. Disgrace. Some are demanding the bond be dissolved—as if that's even possible.'ฅᨐฅ
Faelyn swallowed hard.
Pollution.
Disgrace.
Dissolved.
