There was silence on the other end of the line. Not the comfortable kind. Not the kind that came when two leaders were simply considering strategy. This silence carried calculation. Concern.
And the weight of knowing that whatever decision came next could affect thousands of wolves.
Talon stood near the desk in his office, one hand resting against the polished wood while the other held the phone tightly against his ear.
Across the room, Diana sat quietly near the window.
She was resting like the healer had ordered, though Talon knew very well that resting did not mean her mind had stopped working.
Her gaze was fixed on him. Watching. Listening. Thinking.
Finally, Damon spoke.
“Alpha King…”
His tone was serious now. No teasing. No irritation. No old hostility. Only the voice of one
