TETHERED
Ralph’s gaze swept over them, a mixture of anger and determination etched into his features.
Turning his attention to Zac, whose attention was on Isabella's motionless form, Ralph’s voice rang out with unwavering authority. "Zac, get whoever you know is yours and get out of my territories. From this day forward, you are no longer part of the Moonrise pack."
As Ralph’s declaration echoed through the clearing, he turned away from everyone, his steps resolute as he carried me toward the house. His face was set in a grim line, determination etched into every stride.