The weight of her words settled into every ribcage.
Even the oldest Alphas looked shaken.
Alpha Dren, for once, didn't sneer. Alpha Dennis was still. Alpha Rhys's fingers twitched, his eyes darting as though trying to recall old stories.
Even the younger Alpha, barely into his first decade of rule, whispered, "If there is a path… even the chance of one…"
"…then it's worth everything," another murmured.
Silence followed again, but this time, it wasn't to attack Luna Reana. Instead, it was reverence. She was like a flicker of light in a dark tunnel. The same Alphas who hated and devalued her, now fekt respect for her.
She had done what no one else had. She'd stirred the ancient hunger for home, and given it a direction.
Even Alpha Drago, the most stone-hearted among them, was no longer scowling. His gaze was unreadable, but it was focused. Listening. Considering.
Reana remained still, letting the silence stretch. Not smug. Not smiling. Just steady.
