Pamela trembled, her fingers tightening around Gary’s wrist, the veins on the back of her pale hand visibly strained. Her eyes held a flicker of reluctance. In a trembling voice, she whispered, "Gary, are we really going to do this? Eloise is our daughter!"
"Do you think I want to do this?" Gary raked his fingers through his hair in frustration, his voice rising in an impatient roar. "What else can I do, Pamela? Eloise is my daughter too! But if I had any other choice, do you think I’d be this ruthless?"
"But..." Pamela's hesitation lingered.
"Pamela, remember, everything we do is for the Golden Moon Pack!" Gary's voice turned cold, his jaw tightening.
"People might see us as strong, but you know our real situation. Do you want to watch our pack decline? I refuse to let Richard inheri
