“There’s a way to end this,” I say finally, my voice steadier than I feel, “a way to take the choice out of Daniel’s hands completely.”
Axel turns back toward me slowly, his expression wary now, protective instincts flaring even as curiosity creeps in. “What way.”
I hesitate, not because I’m unsure, but because saying it out loud makes it real, and once it’s real there’s no pulling it back.
“The pack doesn’t trust what they don’t understand,” I continue, choosing my words carefully, “and right now they see my wolf as something uncontrolled, something separate, something that could turn on them if it wanted to.”
Atticus frowns slightly. “That’s not going to change just because you explain it.”
“No,” I agree, “but it will change if they see that I’m anchored.”
Their attention sharpens
