“Come on, babe, everything will be fine once you meet General Draven. Lighten up,” Violet coaxed, her arm brushing Jonathan’s as they walked. She’d worked hard to arrange this meeting—her ticket to more than just Jonathan’s heart.
Over the past two weeks, Jonathan’s pack had spiraled into trouble. Fallen allies, dwindling resources, and now… his mother’s worsening condition. Violet had been quick to suggest the obvious solution—seek help from General Draven. If the General backed them, the other alphas would fall in line, restoring their alliances.
And maybe, just maybe, he’d even help Jonathan acquire the rare herbs needed to heal his bedridden mother.
Jonathan gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you, Violet. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She returned his smile sweetly, “we are
