"The Grand Witch greets His Majesty. And His Highness."
Both Lance and Kael nodded at the woman as they dismissed the others from the large hall. The doors closed behind the pack mates, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. Even though everything was in chaos, inside this room, there seemed to be calm.
Both Kael and Lance wanted nothing more than to go to Emira and Zen, to see them with their own eyes, but each minute seemed to twist and change the situation further instead of settling it. Nothing was moving the way it should have.
At this moment, neither man had it in him to even analyze their own heartbreak over the breaking of the bond they had come to cherish. Even knowing, logically, that the slave bond would have to break for the Mate bond to form, the sense of loss was no less. It lingered like an ache beneath the skin-dull, constant, impossible to ignore.
The Grand Witch studied the two men carefully, her sharp eyes missing nothing. Then she nodded once.
