RETH
Gahrye had closed the door when he left, for which Reth was grateful. The conversation left him sick—and the way Elia's beast reacted to Gahrye as opposed to how she's responded to him left him uneasy. But there was nothing he could do until his mate came back to him.
Elia's beast was clearly angry—and probably uncomfortable. Pregnant, tired and scared.
Reth could relate.
He couldn't risk doing anything that would take her back into labor. He had to try to keep her calm and bring her back. He stepped forward, intending to take her face in his hands and ask her to return, but Elia's beast took a lightning swipe at him, claws unsheathed and her fangs open wide with a low, but menacing roar. Reth jumped back only just in time, his heart pounding.
She'd almost caught him. Elia had almost taken his arm off.
Elia. What the hell was happening?
