Kael’s eyes gleam with determination, his jaw set. “It’s time to end the division among the packs. The War of Fangs fractured us, tore apart alliances that had stood for centuries. We’ve been weakened by mistrust and rivalry, and it’s left us vulnerable to outside threats.”
He steps back, his hands falling to his sides as he straightens, his Alpha aura radiating power. “I want to unite the packs,” he declares, his voice steady and commanding. “All of them. Shadow Ridge will lead, and together we’ll forge a single, united pack that no one will dare challenge.”
My breath catches, the enormity of his vision sinking in. “You want to… unite all the packs? Even the rival packs?”
Kael nods, his expression unwavering. “Yes. And I want you to help me do it. You’ll be the architect of our masterplan, the Luna who stands beside me as we reshape history. With you by my side, Talia, I know it’s possible.”
The significance of his words presses down on me, equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. Me? A lowly maid turned Luna, now tasked with uniting warring packs? It feels impossible, a dream I’ll wake from at any moment. But Kael’s belief in me is unwavering, his confidence a steady flame that refuses to be extinguished.
“I… I don’t know if I can,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper.
Kael steps closer again, his hands brushing mine as he leans in. “You can,” he says softly, his tone filled with certainty. “You already have everything you need. You just don’t see it yet. But I do. And I’ll show you.”
My chest tightens, a mix of fear and hope swirling inside me. I nod slowly, unable to speak, and Kael’s lips curve into a small, knowing smile.