Alaric ended his mental summons and noticed me holding the ruined crown. Annoyance flickered across his face, his wolf's impatience bleeding into his expression.
"Stop picking up that worthless thing. Our bond may be broken, but I'm not going to leave you with nothing. This den is yours—you and the pup can stay in the outer territory. Lily's used to these grounds anyway."
"I'll also grant you hunting rights to the eastern forest and a share of this season's tribute. Selene Ashvale, learn to be grateful. That's enough for you and the child to survive for the rest of your lives."
"And I appreciate you being sensible about this. No howling fits like before. You've saved me a great deal of trouble with the elders."
His bond with Raven must have pulsed with her call, because the coldness in his eyes melted instantly, replaced by a tenderness I hadn't seen in years. His whole body seemed to lean toward the door, toward her.
"Anyway, the rejection is sealed. I should go."
"Raven just reached out through our new bond—she's frightened by the thunder. You know how sensitive her wolf is to storms. She can't be alone in the main den. If I'm late, she won't sleep all night."