Lord Merrick's POV
I watched them leave - my brother and his mate - with feelings I couldn't entirely classify.
Jealousy, certainly. That was obvious and expected.
But also... confusion.
The Moon Goddess had declared them mates. Had bound their souls together in the way She'd been doing since the beginning of werewolf existence. Her wisdom was supposed to be absolute, Her pairings perfect.
But looking at Terrell and Angel together, I couldn't make it make sense.
They were opposites. Completely, fundamentally opposite.
Terrell was violence and darkness and centuries of accumulated cruelty. Angel was softness and light and somehow still maintained kindness despite everything she'd endured.
Terrell preferred control through fear. Angel believed in redemption and second chances.
