Ryder Thorne’s fingers gently traced the curve of her shoulder,a possessive,territorial gesture.“You’ve seemed to withdraw your scent lately,my Mate.I sensed that a return to your ancestral ground might lift your spirit.”
Elara’s thoughts drifted to the Shadow Glen,the familiar,ancient Vance Clan Territory—a place filled with the primal memories of her and Ryder’s youth.Every ancient oak,every flowing stream,held fragments of their shared past,before the Claim.
Lost in these memories,she heard Ryder add,“By the way,I heard a low-ranking Beta whispering that your Alpha Father is showing signs of weakness.It is a necessary time for the Alpha King to check on his well-being.”
“Father is ill?”Elara sat up abruptly,the Alpha-Mate connection to her lineage flaring with anxiety.“Why was I not informed by the Vance Clan Elder?”
Ryder quickly reassured her,pulling her back into his embrace.“Do not fret,Elara.I only overheard the chatter from a low-ranking Omega.It is nothing critical,likely just a small seasonal affliction.”
He tightened his grip,asking gently,“So,will you join me to reinforce your Clan’s strength?”