His head began to bend backwards when Gravan’s voice came through.
“You are our Alpha. The one true Alpha of Lightmoon. If you cannot control yourself, why expect your child to do better?” he said hoarsely, still kneeling upright on both knees, backing his mentor.
Marian’s wide eyes snapped to her uncle.
Gravan’s back and shoulders were straight as he turned, on his knees, to face her father.
“If you want to help her, show her how it’s done,” the former Beta of Lightmoon demanded firmly, fearlessly to the morphing former Alpha.
Gravan rose slowly, his eyes fixed on Corien.
“Show her,” Gravan insisted, his voice low, forceful.
Marian stared at her uncle, still slack-jawed.
“Look to your father, princess. Look and focus,” he ordered her, his eyes still on his friend and mentor.
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