“Luna,” he called, his voice firm yet measured.
She lowered herself in a respectful bow, the haunting shadows in her eyes dissipating as swiftly as they had come.
“I wish to offer my gratitude,” she began quietly. “For saving me that day. I shall remain in your debt for as long as I live.”
“You would?” he asked, and at his words, she dared lift her gaze to his—though unease stirred within her as their eyes met.
She quickly lowered her head again, her voice gentler still. “How might I repay you?”
The Alpha turned from her then, casting his gaze over the fields where the spring crops had begun to rise.
“Stay alive,” he said at last.
She stilled, uncertain if she had heard him rightly.
He added, without glancing back, “You have done more than enough, Luna.”
No further words came. She
