Alpha’s Claimed Mate.
“My pack won’t bow to humans. We’re apex, Thane. Always will be.”
“And we stay apex by leading,” Thane says, stepping closer. “Show them we’re more than claws. Our pups—Nightshade, St. Clair—could grow up free, not hiding. Isn’t that worth trying?”
Lucas hesitates, jaw tight. “If they turn on us, I won’t hesitate.”
“I know,” Thane says, clapping his shoulder. “But trust me, brother. Let’s make the Peak a beacon.”
The vision shifts, the Goddess’s voice a whisper in my mind: *See the truth, Lupa. Their bond held hope, but pride broke it. Guide your Luna to mend what they could not.*