{ "Real intimacy is a sacred experience. Real intimacy is of the soul, and the soul is reserved."}
GENERAL TIGERS' POV
The moon was high by the time we left Alpha Tor's office, and yet the weight of the meeting clung to my shoulders like chainmail. The air outside the stronghold was cooler than I expected, sharp, quiet, too still for a night like this. Even the wind held its breath. Beside me, Ralph walked with purpose, but I could see the gears turning behind his steady eyes. My mate was many things- calm, clever, maddeningly composed- but tonight, there was a fire building under his skin. I knew that look. It meant war was close.
"You're quiet," I said, keeping my voice low. "Too quiet. Start talking."
Ralph glanced at me, lips twitching, but his tone stayed serious. "I've been thinking. About Alpha Tor's command."
I raised a brow. "You disagree?"
