Chapter 31. The Mother of Werewolf

Elijah’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t say anything and she anxiously continued.

“Apart from the fact that he reminded me of you a lot, it felt as if...the mate bond between us...was stretched to him too. Like...he had a part in it or something. I can’t explain it well, but when he was around both times, it felt like...a subtle mate pull or something,”

“He has to die,” Were the next words that left Elijah’s tongue, catching Rhiannon off guard. His voice dripped with jealousy and anger, and his knuckles had turned white.

“Elijah...,” She whispered softly, cupping his face. A smile touched her lips, and she leaned in and brushed her lips against him, “You don’t have to be so worried about this. No matter what happens, I’m yours and nothing will ever change that,”

He took her hand into his and squeezed, “And I’m yours, Rhiannon. I’ll always be yours,”

“Have you finished studying the North’s Grimoire yet?” Rhiannon asked after a few minutes of silence.