"Dad, please… let us attend the gathering. I want to go," Erica insisted, leaning forward with urgency, her instincts drawn toward the pull of a high-level pack gathering where presence itself carried meaning and status.
Naomi stepped in beside her, speaking with calm persuasion. She reminded Francis that the event would be filled with Alphas and influential pack members, suggesting they could remain unnoticed if they kept a low profile and behaved properly. Her tone was steady, but her intent was clear—this was an opportunity that should not be dismissed lightly.
Francis listened in silence, his expression tightening as he considered their request. A realization settled in him that he had kept Naomi and Erica away from such circles for too long. Gatherings like this were not merely social; they were layered with dominance, subtle bonds, and unspoken hierarchy that shaped influence among packs. With that thought, his resistance softened.
