Mazelina held Turk's hand as they walked to the dining hall. Her mate was quiet with the pack. He didn't speak to anyone, didn't allow anyone near. And when Marth appeared in the dining room, in Turk's spot, her mate only gave a glare before the other male stood and found another spot.
He sat her down in her chair, then sat beside her. What she hadn't expected was her reaction to everyone coming to find their spots. Mazelina instantly stiffened, her hand tightening on his as she silently dared anyone to take him away.
Squealing, she found herself being lifted from her chair and into Turk's lap. He nuzzled her hair affectionately. "The pack isn't the enemy, Lina."
She relaxed in his arms. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to be alone."
He kissed her temple and made her lean back onto him. "You're never alone." He kissed the top of her ear. "I won't let you be alone."
She squirmed from his lips on her skin. "But what if it does happen?"
