Rion’s POV
The private meeting room felt heavier than usual, the air thick with the weight of what was about to happen.
This wasn’t some regular business chat. This was the future of my pack on the line. The Moonroot…a divine plant that doesn’t grow unless it’s cultivated by only a particular person in all of the realm…the very last one in existence…was our golden ticket.
Once Parker’s company turned it into their miracle drug, my people would have jobs, resources, protection and stability after I was gone. No one else in the entire realm could know about this except Tyler. If Edric or anyone else caught wind that there’s still one in existence, it would destroy everything.
I sat there, face set in that standard business look I’d practiced…slight smile, interested eyes, firm posture.
