With Raven taking the lead, the festive banquet instantly transformed into a negotiation table. Laughter and congratulatory toasts faded into the background, replaced by a silence as taut as a drawn bowstring.
Lyra set down her glass of honeyed wine, her sharp gaze fixed on Raven.
"Before we go any further, I want to see your sincerity."
Her voice wasn’t loud, but each word landed with undeniable weight.
Raven didn’t hesitate for even a second.
"As long as the Blood Moon Pack survives this crisis, whatever request you make… I will agree to it."
His deep voice carried a firm resolve and a layer of emotion that defied naming. It was not merely a promise from an Alpha, but a pledge from a man willing to trade everything for something more valuable than glory, perhaps for someone.
Lyra
