Georgia watched Jared in silence, her eyes narrowing as she saw the war raging behind his calm mask. Then, her voice broke the tension, low and disbelieving
"Tell me you're not considering it… are you?"
Would you like it to sound more aggressive, emotional, or pleading? I can adjust the tone based on Georgia's mindset at that moment.
Georgia's voice cracked like lightning through the crumbled remains of the High Council chamber. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, aching with rage, pain, and something far worse, helplessness. Her red-rimmed eyes locked on Jared, her Alpha, her once brother-in-arms, and the only man left standing between her daughter and death.
Jared stood still, the scent of ash, blood, and betrayal curling like fog around his boots. The comm-link in his hand
