The Alliance
249 Words
Everyone leaned in slightly.
“I’ll do it.”
Kael blinked.
“You just—”
“Hold on,” Aria said, raising a hand.
She stepped forward into the center of the street.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.”
Lyra raised an eyebrow.
“Explain.”
Aria pointed to the three Alphas.
“Your packs stay out of human villages.”
Torren frowned.
“That’s already our policy.”
“Good. Then it won’t be hard.”
She looked at Darius.
“No secret backstabbing while we’re fighting Vargan.”
Darius chuckled quietly.
“That’s less fun.”
“Too bad.”
Aria continued.
“No Alpha commands my power. Ever.”
Lyra nodded immediately.
“That was never the intention.”
Aria tilted her head.
“Glad to hear it.”
Then she looked toward the forest.
Where Vargan stood watching everything with that same calm smile.
“And when this is over,” she added, “the packs leave Blackridge alone.”
Torren shrugged.
“Fair.”
Darius nodded.
“Agreed.”
Lyra stepped forward.
“Then the Northern Pack accepts these terms.”
Torren lifted his hand.
“The Ironfangs accept.”
Darius bowed his head slightly.
“And Shadow Vale agrees.”
Aria looked at Kael.
“You in?”
Kael sighed.
“I guess I’m the Moonborn’s emotional support wolf now.”
“Perfect.”
Aria turned toward the gathered packs.
“Then we have a deal.”
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