Given how he always prided himself on knowing everything about his inner circle, there was no way he didn't know whether Rowan had a first intended or not.
Yet he hadn't hesitated for even a second before agreeing with me.
Which meant his mind was already somewhere else entirely.
"How much longer on Aurora's Bond Dissolution cooling period?" I asked suddenly.
"Fifteen more days." The answer came without a moment's thought—he'd clearly been counting down each moonrise.
I gazed at the pale sunlight streaming through the lodge window, watching dust motes dance in the golden beams. "That should line up nicely, then."
"What?" He blinked, confusion rippling through his scent.
"Nothing."
I smiled and let it drop.
His message-sigil pulsed with an incoming call.
This wolf who hadn't spared a single thought for my seventeen missed howl-calls now answered on reflex, like a trained response burned into his very bones.
"Hello, Aurora?"
His voice turned gentle instantly, all the hard edges of the Alpha melting away.
Through the sigil's connection came Aurora's tearful whimper: "Fenris, I'm alone in the den and I'm so scared. There are strange scents near the boundary."