Elder Walan's Suggestions

"Did you speak to your mate?" Haylia asked, adjusting Siroos's hair with a thin layer of lavender oil. 

"About what?" Siroos was sitting on a low wooden stool so his mother could easily reach his head. 

"About your duty to your pack and the oath you have taken," Haylia answered, her long fingers swiftly moving through his soft hair. 

The muscles in Siroos's body tensed hearing his mother's words. 

"I will tell her eventually, can't scare her off before our mate bond is complete." Haylia's hands paused in her son's hair and her shoulders slacked. 

"You are becoming too attached to her, Siroos. It's a dangerous game you are playing. Pushing Kela away and spending long hours in the nights with Cassandra. What if you lose control?" 

Siroos's anger surged upon hearing what his mother had to say.