Ravok snarled inside Eric, offended at being discussed in such a manner.
"The second option," John continued, "you mate with the girl born on the night of the Blood Moon. You gain control over Ravok. You live longer. Crestwood remains protected for longer. The pack survives. The borders hold. Children sleep safely in their beds."
"We thought the choice was yours to make," John went on. "We cannot make it for you."
Eric barked out a laugh. "That's funny," he said. "Because it feels like you already did."
"You are asking me to choose between my mate and Crestwood," Eric said.
"Yes, Alpha," John replied steadily. "Whatever choice you make, we will respect it. It will never be mentioned again. No one but the three of us will know, and no one will judge you for it."
Eric stared at the silver bars for a long moment. He nodded once. "You can go home and rest, John. I'd like to speak with my mother."
