“She is mouthy,” Rowen pointed out in delight. “She is perfect,” I reiterated, and Sylan hummed in agreement. “We need to mark her, though. I would wish to give her time to further accept this, but between the other Specters and our environment, we don’t have that luxury.” “Fuck the other Specters,” Rowen snarled. “She’s our mate, and we will destroy any that try to touch her.”
