Voren stopped pacing the moment Ravyn's question settled between them, as his gaze locked onto him, sharp and guarded, because whatever had just happened in that lab was not something he was willing to unpack so easily, not when even he didn't fully understand it himself.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his tone controlled, though there was a stiffness to it that gave him away more than the words did.
Ravyn didn't react immediately.
Instead, he drew in a slow breath, steadying himself before asking again, this time sounding far more composed, as though he had chosen to approach the matter carefully rather than push too hard.
"Your wolf lost control," he said, his eyes fixed on Voren with quiet intensity. "What is your shaman saying about bringing back the mate bond?"
That question landed differently. Voren's fingers curled into fists at his sides, tension threading through him as he held back his response, but the silence didn't last long.
