The Alliance

Damien Harrington leaned back in his chair, staring at the door long after Alpha Jasper and his sons had left. He had to admit, the alpha's unexpected invitation had caught him off guard.

Jasper's transition from an intense confrontation to a dinner invitation felt abrupt, almost surreal, but Harrington knew it carried a deeper meaning.

The wolves weren't just offering peace; they were offering a glimpse into their world, into their lives. He couldn't afford to ignore the opportunity, no matter how uneasy it made him.

The radicals within his own people were growing bolder, and with each attack, the fragile truce between the two species grew thinner. This dinner was his best chance to keep that truce intact.

He rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. "A dinner," he muttered again to himself. It was more than that—it was a bridge, a delicate one, but a bridge nonetheless.