His brow furrowed deeper, dark eyes narrowing. "Come to think of it, I ran into Raven's mate a few days ago at the border patrol gathering. Couldn't tell they were heading for a Bond Severance."
"It's Raven's decision alone," I said, keeping my voice even. "Her mate doesn't know yet."
"Isn't dissolving a mating bond supposed to be a two-wolf decision?" Confusion clouded his handsome features.
I looked him straight in the eye, holding his gaze without flinching. "Because Raven discovered her mate was secretly meeting up with his first intended—the one he'd courted before her—behind her back. She caught traces of the other female's scent on him. She couldn't accept it, so she decided to file the petition quietly with the Mooncourt. If she confronted him directly, he'd probably refuse to agree right away and invoke his Alpha rights."
Righteous indignation flashed across his features, his wolf bristling visibly beneath his skin. "Then she absolutely should sever the bond. A wolf like that is unworthy of his rank."
I lowered my gaze and said nothing.
Fenris knew Raven's mate personally—they'd hunted together, shared territory patrols.