I shook my head, still unable to wrap my mind around Dean being a fan of my work. "What happens now, Jackson? Realistically?"
He considered the question with his usual thoughtfulness. "You claim your position as Graystone Alpha. We formalise an alliance between our packs. You decide what you want your future to look like."
"And if that future includes Tokyo?"
His eyes met mine steadily. "Then we support that decision, while hoping you'll eventually return."
"Just like that? No pressure, no manipulation?"
"Would it work if we tried?" he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in his tone.
I snorted. "No."
"Exactly." He leaned back, his posture relaxing slightly. "Maison and I have waited eight years, Daisy. We can wait longer if necessary."
A comfortable silence fell between us. In the d
