Closer

LERRIN

Lerrin waited while every wolf in the tent froze. Including Daryn. Though the male did not let his fear show, it threaded into his scent.

There was a shining moment, a shivering breath where the younger male considered his chances and Lerrin let himself smile the shining, fanged smile of the hunter.

But a breath later Daryn dropped his gaze and shook his head. "I know you are a not a liar, Sire," he muttered. "Forgive the offence."

Lerrin didn't drop his gaze for a moment. Let them all see the male submit and know that they would do well to follow his example. But when nothing else was said, he turned back to the task, ignoring the way his heart thumped painfully when Suhle's head dropped further as if she wished to disappear.