The disciplinarian, the man who lectures Pack heirs without flinching, who punishes reckless wolves emotionlessly suddenly crumbles. He grabs Amias's coat sleeve, clutching it with the frantic, desperate grip of a drowning man. The strength of his fear makes his fingers tremble violently.
"Amias, please. Please!" Corvin begs, his voice cracking high and thin, completely unrecognizable as the strict man everyone knows.
He sounds like a child caught stealing a valuable heirloom. He is begging Amias like a kid. "Don't do this. I've kept your family's affairs clean, and I've always been discreet. I'm asking you, I'm begging you as one of the few wolves who ever did anything decent for you—protect this."
His secret is the one thing he holds dear, the reason why he's so disciplined. He has to keep everyone on a leash, so his secret does not leak.
