His pack-link pulsed with an incoming call. He glanced at the source.
"Selene, there's an issue with the border patrols. Let me handle this real quick."
He disappeared into the bathing chamber and turned on the water flow.
The rushing water drowned out his hushed conversation through the private link.
Five minutes later, he emerged—brow smooth, tension gone from his shoulders.
"Selene, if you're really that worried, then let's do it. I'll send word to the Blood-Scribe right now."
"Really? But you just said—"
Kael cut me off with a gentle squeeze of my hand. "Selene, I love this pup. But I love you more. If you have doubts, we verify the bloodline. Once you're at peace, the pup can grow strong and healthy."
Something nagged at me, a warning instinct deep in my bones. What had changed his mind so suddenly?
On the way to the healer-den, I found my answer in that mark-thread.
[The barren she-wolf suddenly wants a sire-line verification. Did she actually see this mark-thread?]
[Whatever. Let her test all she wants. One little blood-rite report won't be a problem for me to handle.]