"Because he's not dead."
For a moment, the girls seemed to have shut down externally, while their brains kicked in for a reboot.
Their eyes flared open in surprise, and their chest tightened.
Immediately, they glanced at each other, and the people around them before closing in on Elsie with hushed voices.
"Wha– What did you say?"
"Don't say things where others would hear you!"
Both curious and worried about the same thing.
If someone else were to hear what Elsie said, they would take it for a joke, a sorry attempt at a hope too far-fetched.
But smart people knew the truth.
The Beastkin weren't a clan of savages when it came to romance.
The wolf race especially had their mates. Partners that they would follow for life. Through good and bad times.
It was ironic really.
The Beastkin, who were called uncivilised compared to humans, knew how to keep their vows compared to the same humans.
They were loyal. Forever smitten by their Mate.
