Luna Corrine was a beautiful woman with a fierceness that was both attractive and intimidating. Throughout the meeting, she had remained silent as the discussion went sideways. But she listened, and she heard every word.
The only other thing he knew about her was that she had once been a nomad like himself. He heard that she had come to Winter when her mother was sick, and in the end, her parents chose to stay.
After also finding her mate in the Alpha of Winter, all hope was lost for her.
Myka looked at her with pity as her journey had ended when she was still so young.
“Hello,” he replied with a gentle bow of his head.
“May I?” Corrine asked, indicating the spot on the bench beside him.
Myka moved over a little, ensuring her enough room. Corrine smiled and sat down.
They were quiet for a time. Then Corrine took a deep breath of the cold air.
“Have you been to Winter before?” she asked.
“No,” Myka replied. “Most of my journey has taken me to other places.”
