Chapter 9. Pledge

••• Kyson’s POV •••

“So, that’s what you feel when you are around her,” Colton said before downing his drink in one gulp.

I spent the morning discussing what our scouts had learned about the Black Heart Pack. There was undoubtedly a judgment and banishment, but we couldn't find out who it was or what it was regarding.

And here we were now, after lunch, talking about the girl in lavender.

“Maybe she hasn't turned eighteen yet?” he asked.

“If she were my mate, I would’ve felt it even if she hasn't turned eighteen yet,” I pointed out. I’m 25 years old now; I would feel the mate bond even if she couldn't yet.

“Are you really going to take her in?” Colton asked.

“Night wants it,” I replied casually.

“Night?” That damned Colton snickered.

I rolled my eyes at him. He knew damned well I was using Night as an excuse.

“What if she let you to your demise?” he turned serious.

“She might be my salvation, too,” I pointed out. It ir