Dravina’s POV

“You’ve been kind to me, Alpha Malrik,” I said quietly, my voice trembling part gratitude, part fear. “But I don’t want to drag trouble to your doorstep. Just give me my bag, and I’ll go. This isn’t your battle.”

Malrik’s jaw flexed, the calm green of his eyes igniting with purpose.

“It is my battle,” he said, voice firm. “I’m choosing to make it mine. Please… let me help you.”

I shook my head, my resolve holding steady despite the gentle ...