Konrard had always believed Brielle was his Fated Mate. He knew it from the very first time he laid eyes on her that she was the one. The way her slender and lithe body moved and pinned down a man twice her size to protect a child from being assaulted made his heart stop for a second.
‘Damn, she didn’t even break a sweat,’ he thought at that time.
“Konrard, are you going to help me or not?”
Clarisse’s voice pulled the young Beta back into reality. He shook his head, as if to clear his mind. Blinking a few times, he turned to Clarisse and frowned.
“Luna, I believe that the situation needs to be reported to His Highness,” he spoke firmly, “We should let him know first before we hurry back to the Crystal Forest’s pack. Perhaps he has a better plan.”
