Struggling to find the right words, Clyde met Yves' gaze, seeing in those haunted eyes a reflection of his own inner turmoil.
The desire for justice clashed with the need to protect, and in that moment, Clyde felt the weight of responsibility settle heavily upon his shoulders.
With a heavy sigh, Clyde reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it found Yves' in a silent gesture of solidarity.
"I'll do as you ask," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But know that this burden is not yours alone to bear. I'll stand by you, no matter what."
Despite the doubts swirling in his mind, the Alpha leaned in to hear Yves out.
"But what about you?" he asked casually, lifting Yves' chin with a gentle touch. "Are you saying that I shouldn't go after the jerk who did this to you?"
A soft smile graced Yves' lips, a spark of affection in his gaze. He reached out, his hand caressing Clyde's face with a gentle touch.