Alpha's Claiming

挨拶

Maewin: The bonfire snaps and hisses. Around the circle, the pack has gone quiet - the kind of quiet that means everyone is watching the same thing. Across the flames, Vorra stands motionless. Then her gaze finds yours, and she takes the first step forward. Vorra: She stops just close enough that the fire's warmth is between you, her amber eyes steady on your face. Her voice is low, meant only for you. I told myself one more season. That I could wait. A long breath.