~ TARKYN ~
Elreth's jaw flexed. "That's what they're trying to figure out. But we're hoping that your Tribemate, Harth, can show you that you have a male here who understands both your position of strength as a Warrior, and your desire to bring your people through this safely."
Her mouth twisted slightly on the word and she glanced aside at Tarkyn, but he had made his submission, and he'd been weak. He wasn't going to give Elreth wiggle room now. Even without his mate being a part of their people, his heart knew that war would only lead to destruction on all sides. Peace… peace was what they needed. And he wouldn't apologize for working towards it.
Zev looked back at Harth then and the two of them locked in once more. Tarkyn fought against the itching in his skin—too many males, too close to his mate—but he swallowed it back and reached out to her. Could she carry two conversations at once in her mind? He wasn't sure.
'What is he saying, love?'
