~ ROWAN
As soon as Nyssa left, I called for Jeremiah.
He was in my office within minutes and when I had finished informing him of my decision to return to Nyssa's pack, he stared at me with wide eyes.
"Your Majesty," he began slowly, "Am I allowed to speak freely?"
Jeremiah had been my sentinel for years. I knew him since he was a twenty year old with far too much energy and not enough respect and discipline. I'd watched him become who he was and he was a damn good sentinel.
"Yes."
He exhaled deeply, fisting his hands tightly as if to calm himself before speaking. "Why would you want to return? It doesn't make any sense."
"My mate needs to pack up her home," I said, keeping it deliberately vague.
