= Mikael =
“I hope you understand that once this is over—once your revenge is satisfied—you still won’t be free to simply walk away, Amara,” I said, keeping my voice steady, measured. There was no anger in it, only truth. I needed her to hear me, to truly grasp what she was choosing to step into. “Becoming the Luna of the Veyrath Pack isn’t a role you can put on and take off when it’s convenient.”
She fell quiet.
Not the sharp, defensive silence she usually wielded when she felt cornered, nor the restless one that came with barely contained fury. This was different. Still. Heavy. The kind of silence that meant she was listening, absorbing every word whether she wanted to or not.
“Our ways here are different,” I continued, my gaze never leaving her face. “If the Gravemire Pack can repla
