“What’s the deal with you guys?” Orion asked instead of challenging me, his gaze skipping between the others and landing on me like he couldn’t figure it out. “If you were a Wolf pack I’d get it, but…” “We’re not a pack,” Leon said, waving a hand dismissively. “We’re a pride. But instead of a King with a bunch of lionesses we have a Queen with a bunch of Lions.” “I’m not a fucking Lion,” Ryder disagreed. “You are. You’re Scar, Dante’s Mufasa and I’m Simba and Gabe is…Zazu.” “Don’t call me Gabe,” Gabriel snapped. “And Elise isn’t your fucking Queen, she’s my Elysian Mate.”
