"Don't tremble," he whispered, his tone soft but commanding. "Even if the whole pack stands outside this door, none will take what's mine. And none would say otherwise to something we haven't accepted to plead guilty."
Yueshuang's breath hitched, her body betraying her mind. The warmth of his chest, the steady drum of his heartbeat, the intoxicating mix of his scent, all blurred the edges of fear and reason.
Her fingers tightened weakly on his sleeve, her resistance melting as her wolf instincts overrode logic. She could only nod faintly, her voice barely a whisper. "Alright…"
Her voice trembled on that single word, "Alright…" fragile, uncertain, yet carrying the weight of surrender.
