The Black Wolves
“Ember it is. Our little flame.”
Dante considered the name for a quiet moment, his expression shifting from analytical to deeply satisfied. “Ember,” he echoed, testing the weight of it on his tongue before giving a sharp, definitive nod. “A strong name. Sharp, memorable, and fitting for a Black line female. And for our son?”
I leaned my head back against the cushions, looking between the Enforcer and the Alpha Heir who had torn through hell to protect this future.
"Alex,” I offered softly. “No heavy titles, no pretension, no chaos. Just timeless, solid, and undeniable. Alexander if he ever needs to stand before the Council, but Alex to us.”