Naomi POV

“You belong together.”

“No question.”

She blinked. She didn’t expect either the Evenhide Pack Wise Woman, newly recovered and back on the job, or her own pack’s Wise Woman, Roslynn, to declare Cyran her fated mate the minute they walked into the bedroom.

Nor did she expect to feel this tidal wave of relief and nerves.

Tulaska had put on a shimmery cape that looked like moonbeams while Roslynn, not to be outdone, had chosen a red one with ...