Ramsey
"Your mate will lead the pack in your absence, and when your sons are grown, they can lead. However, for the first time, one person would rule as the Lycan leader and the other would rule as Alpha of the White Moon pack."
Circe's voice was practical, but I could see the sadness in her eyes.
The pack will survive, Ramsey. You're giving them their Luna and the next generation of leaders."
"And my grandfather… will he survive the outcome?"
"He will," Circe nodded. "This is not the first time he's losing a loved one, and his grandchildren would be there to keep him company. But you don't need to worry about that. For now, focus on the next twenty-four hours. Spend time with your mate. Create memories that will sustain her in the years to come."
I stood up, feeling older than my years. "Thank you, Circe. For finding another way."
