Harriet pressed a trembling hand against her chest, and I could practically hear the rapid thump of her wolf-heart. "Alright, Nigel. Stop scaring me like that!" she exclaimed, voice sharp but tinged with worry.
I stepped closer, letting my Alpha instincts ease her tension. "Calm down, Grandma," I said, my palm brushing her back in a soothing gesture. The warmth of my bond with my pack, even here in human form, pulsed through me. "Do you think Anastasia would make a good mate for our pack, Grandma?" I asked, letting the question hang in the air like a challenge and a promise at once.
Harriet let out a quiet, measured sigh. Her wolf instincts recognized the strength in our connection. Us Presgraves will forever owe the Tillmans, she thought. Anastasia's mother saved one of my grandsons, and Anastasia herself saved Nigel—our pack's blood and bond run intertwined now. They've protected our kin. They've earned our trust.
