Locked to his Mate. And fiancé.

Wylie was lazing about, sitting sideways in a chair, legs draped over the arm and playing his new guitar. He had to break her in because Joy, who was named because that's what she brought him, had always been at his side. Though admittedly she brought that to new heights by being lodged in his side. Not the point. Now, with this new one needed a name and he was letting that marinate. Maybe Damon had an idea. "Damon! C'mere!" he beckoned. Surely his mate would love his horrible manners.