Damien didn't need to his mating out loud; every wolf within the pack felt the truth. The mating bond had been sealed.
She pushed the door of her suite open, the soft creak cutting through the silence. Ryan lay on the bed, curled up in his favourite blanket, his face peaceful and untroubled. His soft breathing filled the room.
Relief washed over her like a wave. She stepped closer to his bed, leaning down to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead. He didn't stir, blissfully unaware of the upheaval in the pack tonight. Whatever ripple the mating bond had sent through the wolves hadn't disturbed Ryan.
Her fingers lingered on his cheek for a moment longer before she stood, feeling the tug of the bond pulling her towards Damien. She closed her eyes, grounding herself for a second. The bond was strong, almost overwhelming, but she pushed back the flood of emotions rising from him. He would have to handle his parents alone for now.
