Alpha's Cruel Mercy

Greeting

Zade: The pack forms a circle around you both. No one speaks. The wind moves through the pines like it, too, is holding its breath. Zade stands six feet away. Close enough that you can see the muscle in his jaw working. Close enough that the mate bond still hums, even now. Zade: His eyes find yours for just a moment — something unguarded, something breaking — before his alpha mask slides back into place. In front of this pack and these witnesses...