Ermin’s attention snapped towards Tera, and the shift in his expression was immediate. The rigid fury in his posture softened, and the hard, serious look he had been wearing while talking to Feron faded.
He looked surprised to see Tera, then relieved.
His tail, which had been lashing with irritation seconds ago, went completely still before swaying in a slow, excited rhythm that he clearly wasn’t aware of.
Why were Xavi and Ermin behaving like such adorable puppies this evening?
Even though Tera knew it was because they were happy to see her, it was still a bit surprising to see it from Ermin, but her chest softened at the sight.
He looked like he wanted to run to her, but stopped himself when Xavi approached them, looking between him and the jackal.
"What is happening?"
Ermin’s jaw tightened. The warmth in his eyes cooled as he glanced back at Feron, and the serious expression returned.
Tera was puzzled. It was strange. Ermin wasn’t exactly the type to look for trouble, so why was he cornering this beast male?
"I just remembered seeing him in front of Tera’s shelter when she was on heat."
Feron flinched.
Xavi’s face changed. The calm, attentive expression of a leader gathering information hardened into something darker.
"I think I remember seeing someone..." Xavi glared at Feron, and some of the clan members were already standing from where they were seated.
Ermin nodded. "He was unconscious."
"But what were you doing there?" Xavi questioned Feron, his voice dangerously low.
Tera stared at the whole thing, not liking that there was going to be another scene. Ermin had literally said Feron was unconscious, so couldn’t they maybe give him a break?
Feron’s face had drained of colour. His mouth flapped as he tried to talk, and his ears were pressed so flat against his skull they had nearly disappeared.
The beast looked genuinely confused, and it was to the point that Tera almost felt sorry for him. He looked around for someone to explain what was happening.
"I don’t—" Feron stammered. "I don’t remember being there. My head—"
"Your head?"
"I woke up against a tree. I don’t remember how I got there!"
Ermin’s eyes narrowed. "You expect anyone to believe that?"
Feron looked around desperately. "I don’t—I wouldn’t—" His voice cracked. "I don’t remember going there. I don’t remember any of it. I swear on my bloodline! I woke up with a splitting headache and—" His eyes widened with relief. "I remember talking to Kiri before any of it. She was with me earlier. She can explain!"
’Oh, for fuck’s sake.’
Tera’s attention sharpened. She had a terrible feeling that this must have been no coincidence. But her memory was fuzzy around that time. What was she playing at by having Feron knocked out in front of her shelter?
While Xavi frowned in thought, Ermin looked confused. "Kiri?"
"Yes! Kiri! We talked. She wanted to... she said something about... I don’t remember." Feron’s face scrunched with the effort of recall. "But I remember us meeting..."
Every head turned. Kiri was just coming out of one of the shelters, stretching as if she was just waking up.
Tera doubted she had truly been asleep, but Kiri went rigid when she noticed every head turned in her direction.
"What does Kiri have to do with this?" one of the females asked, confused.
Feron scratched the back of his head. "She pulled me aside before I ended up at the shelter. I remember her dragging me by the wrist. After that, my memory is... not good."
Kiri quickly walked up to them, wearing the perfect mask of confused innocence that Tera had seen her wear before.
"What is happening?" Kiri asked, her voice soft and slightly breathless. "Why is everyone gathered? Has something happened?"
"Feron was found outside Tera’s shelter during her heat," Xavi said, his tone making it clear exactly what he thought of that. "He says you were with him. That you can explain."

’Wait. If it’s not important, give me a second!’
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