<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Cyrus stepped into holding cells on the tail end of the hushed whispers between the two women. Not catching enough to clued him in on what had passed between them. But call it intuition, that connection of a bonded pair that had unease settling like an itch beneath his skin. The tension in his mate's body was palpable. It worried him.<br/>
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"What's wrong?" He asked, stepping close to her, cupping her face between his large hands. She was hiding something from him. He could feel it. As for the intentions behind her secrecy, he didn't know. But it didn't even cross his mind that it was brought on with malicious intent. Vicky had always been secretive. Cyrus had known that about her since their first meeting. So he didn't push for answers, or an explanation as to why she'd hightailed it to speak with her attacker alone. Trusting that if it was something that could have lasting repercussions on him or their pack that she wouldn't keep quiet on the matter.</span>