"I came here to save you. That much, I know deep in my bones . . . and I intend to stand by it."
Henry blinked, as if the words had caught him off guard.
His gaze softened. The hardened lines of his face eased, just a little. And then, without thinking, he reached out and took her hand—calloused for someone his age, but warm, wrapping around her fingers like a silent vow.
"For what it's worth," he murmured, "I'm glad you're here."
And for the first time since arriving in the werewolf territory, Liora didn't feel like prey. She felt like she had somehow gotten into Henry's good side.
It was a good start after a month of waiting.
=== 🖤 ===
A week had passed since that heavy conversation with Henry, and life in the pack had settled into a new rhythm—one that, surprisingly, included Liora.
