One day, the scales would tip, and she would be in command. Until then, she would survive, play the part, and do what had to be done.
"Decide now, Delilah. Because once you make your choice, there will be no turning back." Eric said.
"I cannot, alpha. I'm sorry," she said. She held herself tall, chin lifted, shoulders squared, the picture of dignity.
"No use being sorry," Eric replied evenly. "It is your right."
Delilah bowed once more, deeper this time. Then she picked up her bag and left.
"Eric, what are you doing?" Claudia asked, rising from her seat, disbelief threading her voice.
"I'm not doing anything," he said, rubbing a hand over his face. "You heard the girl."
"We need her. You need her."
"Yes," Eric said quietly. "But I need to make myself absolutely clear, Mother."
"When did you even get here? I thought you were at Silver Gate."
