A risky bargain

Thorne:

It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor.

The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

Kael, the pack beta, approached Thorne with caution, his eyes fixed on the Alpha's imposing figure. He maintained a safe distance, his tail tucked between his legs, and his ears slightly back, displaying a submissive posture.

"Alpha Thorne," Kael said, his voice low and measured, "I come with news from the scouts I sent out."

Thorne's gaze r