Ramsey.
"Lyla!" I whispered.
Unable to stop myself, I crossed over to where she stood and engulfed her in a hug, feeling the tightness in my chest dissipate at once. For two days since I carried her from the training ground to her room, I haven't been able to visit her because of Cassidy.
Seeing her now, looking healthy—that deathly pallor she had on previously had been replaced by sparkling eyes filled with laughter and warmth. As I pressed into her, Lax stirred, filling me with warm courses of lust, causing me to lean into Lyla, inhaling her scent.
"That scent!" Lax's voice filtered into my head. "I've perceived it before. This morning…"
"What?" I leaned closer, sniffing her neck.
The scent sent a familiar message to my brain. That two-tailed werewolf from this morning had had a similar scent, not just that. Lax had growled excitedly when she came to rub herself against my leg and called her mate.
