“I mean,” she continues, her voice taking on a sharper edge, “that you’re wasting your time trying to win over everyone at once. You’re trying to lead with reason and unity, but that’s not what wolves respect. Wolves respect strength. Power. Strategy.”
I stay silent, watching her as she steps around the desk, her fingers trailing over the polished wood. “You need to form alliances, Kael. Not with all the packs at once, but one by one. Start small. Build momentum. And when the others see the strength of your alliances, they’ll fall in line.”
She stops beside me, her hand resting on the back of my chair as she leans down slightly, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “Start with Crescent Moon.”
I glance at her, my jaw tightening. “Crescent Moon is already on board. Damien voiced his support.”
Sabrina’s lips curve into a knowing smile as her hand moves, brushing against my shoulder. “Damien voiced his support,” she echoes, her tone skeptical. “But words are cheap, Kael. You need his commitment. His loyalty. And I can help with that.”
Her fingers trail down my arm, her touch light but deliberate, sending an unwelcome heat coursing through me. “I can convince Damien to give you his full backing,” she murmurs, her eyes locking onto mine. “If you’ll let me.”
Her words linger in the air, heavy with implication, and I feel my wolf stir uneasily. My chest tightens, and my fists clench on the desk as I try to focus on her words, not the way her touch burns through the fabric of my shirt.
“You’re too tense, Kael,” she says softly, her fingers trailing lower as she moves behind me, her hands brushing over my shoulders. “Relax. Let me help you. Together, we can make this vision of yours a reality.”