Chapter 29

“There is no time,” the King snapped, turning his attention to her. The light in his eyes made her mouth go dry—and no longer in the right way. “You have until your subsequent bleed. Choose a clan, then choose a mate. The relaxation you can research as you go.”

“But—”

“No one will take you against your will,” he said as if it wasn't even some thing to be involved about. “But if you do no longer nameyour mate on the day of your subsequent bleed, if you do now not be given his display and take him to den, one will be chosen for you. It will be between you, then, to establish the mating.”

The ears of every male in the village perked at that.

Amelia swallowed and clung to Gabriel's hand.

Gabriel. He was the answer here. This wasn't home. This wasn't her world. This was the domestic of these Chimera people. And their tradition was different. That was okay. She ought to deal with that. She would just name Gabriel and they may want to be to