Chapter 44

"Help yourself, Alpha Draxler," Charles offered, a subtle hint of hospitality in his demeanor. The tension that had lingered in the living room began to dissipate in the face of shared understanding and the prospect of mutual cooperation.

I poured two glasses, the amber liquid glinting in the subdued light. Handing one to Charles, I raised my glass in a silent toast. "To long lasting peace between us both," I proposed, a glint of enthusiasm in my eyes.

Charles reciprocated the gesture, his glass meeting mine with a resounding clink. "To long lasting peace between us both," he echoed, the lines of tension softening in his features.

As we sipped the rich, smoky whiskey, the conversation took a turn toward lighter topics. We discussed pack dynamics, shared anecdotes of past encounters, and even exchanged a few laughs. The weight of the recent confrontations seemed to fade, replaced by a sense of camaraderie that transcended the traditional boundaries of alpha territories. Even as we share