Now, sitting beside Diana near the quiet lake, Talon rubbed a hand slowly over his jaw.
“They all had valid points,” he admitted after a long breath. “Each perspective holds weight.”
“And you?” Diana asked gently, watching him carefully. “What does your instinct say?”
He turned fully toward her.
“My instinct says we strengthen our borders quietly. Increase patrol rotations without public announcements. No dramatic shifts that might alarm the pack or our allies. We offer support to Crimson Fang—but we allow them to rebuild their leadership independently. If we appear too involved, it will look like control.”
Diana nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense.”
But her brows slowly drew together.
“Do you have any update from them?” she asked. “What will happen to the new incoming pack membe
