Chapter 102

Third Person's POV

Vespera smiled, saying nothing.

Across from her, the young she-wolf fell silent.

Vespera did not hurry her. She understood the instincts of wolves born to humble Pack lines-the hesitation, the awe, the quiet hunger. And the reward she was offering was more than enough to sway any ordinary wolf.

A she-wolf from a modest lineage always carried dreams far heavier than she could