“I’ll give everything back to you,” she rasped, tears falling, but her gaze clear. “All of it,” she whispered, her fingers caressing his cheek. “If my father doesn’t step down, I will depose him.”
“You are not –”
“I am not a pack wolf anymore. I know. But there are pack wolves who can stand against him. Isn’t that what all this is about?”
“From what the Elder has shared with me, I know he has people inside the Kingdom who can lead the charge.”
“A political approach?” he all but snarled.
She placed a hand on his chest. She swallowed, still holding his gaze.
“We attack on two fronts,” she said quietly. “He won't be expecting it. That’s why they keep acting like rogues are demented beasts – we fight, we don’t speak.” Her fingers caressed his lips. He watched her as her eyes followed her
