Riley's voice carried the weight of an elder Alpha figure to Aliona, steady and approving, like a hand resting over a young wolf's ambitions. In her mind, he was more than an ally—he was a guiding presence, almost like a surrogate Alpha who had shaped her path through the pack hierarchy.
"Good girl," he said through the call, satisfaction clear in his tone. "I didn't invest in you without reason. I'll be waiting for your success."
A faint smile curved Aliona's lips as she stood apart from the bustle of the pack territory. Her confidence was absolute, sharpened by ambition and the belief that she was chosen for something greater.
"Don't worry, Father," she replied smoothly. "You don't need to concern yourself with me."
And with that, the call ended, leaving behind only the hum of expectation.
