As night fell, Azure and Alvi led the werewolves to their assigned rooms for the evening. A quiet, satisfied smile lingered on Azure’s lips after Xorran, left with no other choice, had sealed the agreement.
It was a dangerous decision. A risky one.
The Alpha had, in a sense, handed over his claim as leverage. And now, as his gaze drifted toward the human sitting on the bed, looking up at him with those same innocent, unguarded eyes, an unfamiliar weight settled in his chest. Guilt.
“Are you going to sleep here with me,” Ellio asked, gently adjusting the quilt around himself, “or in the other room?”
His tone was light, almost casual, as if the situation carried no risk at all.
But to Xorran, it carried everything.
Instead of answering, Xorran remained by the door, his broad frame lean
