“And the pack?” she asked before I could offer. “What happens if they—”
“I’ll handle the pack,” I cut in, steady. “My people will not touch you or the child. If anyone gets close to crossing a line—” My jaw tightened. Griffin hummed, a low rumble at the edge of my words. “—they’ll learn why we are called White Cliff.”
My vow wasn’t a bluff. It was a line I drew with my name. Being Alpha meant taking the hard things. I’d burn and rebuild a thousand times if that was what it took.
She flinched when I said it, not from the word but from the weight of it. “You can’t just make promises and expect everything to be fixed,” she said, honest and raw.
“I don’t expect it,” I answered. “I’ll work for it. Every day.” I reached for her again, more slowly this time, letting her set the pace.
I could
