Whispers of Admiration
Malrik’s quiet charm had begun to weave through Crimson Fang like a thread, subtle yet unmistakable. Unlike Draven’s commanding presence, Malrik seemed to drift through conversations, offering observations that lingered long after he’d moved on. He didn’t try to overshadow the pack’s warriors or leaders—instead, he engaged them with curiosity, as though genuinely interested in their lives and struggles.
During a meeting in the war room, the alphas gathered to discuss strategies against looming threats. The air was thick with tension, Draven’s voice steady as he outlined the pack’s defenses. Malrik sat toward the back, leaning casually against his chair, his expression one of quiet attentiveness.
When the discussion paused, Malrik spoke, his tone warm and measured. “Your Luna,” he said, his gray eyes flicking briefly to Isla, “is truly remarkable. Her strength is something to be admired. It’s no wonder Crimson Fang has held strong under her guidance.”
The room grew quiet, the compliment catching everyone off guard. Isla shifted in her seat, her cheeks warming under the sudden attention.
Draven’s amber eyes darkened as he responded, his tone sharp but controlled. “She’s more than that. She’s the heart of this pack, and she’s protected.”
Malrik’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Of course. Protection is important. But sometimes, protection can… limit. Don’t you think, brother?”
The tension thickened, and the alphas exchanged wary glances. Elyra of Silver Moon looked between the brothers, her expression unreadable, while Garren of Iron Fang smirked faintly, as though enjoying the subtle clash.
Later, Isla stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The stars above twinkled against the inky black sky, and for a moment, she felt at ease.
“Beautiful night,” Malrik’s voice murmured from the shadows. He emerged slowly, his hands tucked into the pockets of his cloak.
Isla sighed, turning to face him. “Do you always follow me?”
He chuckled softly. “Not always. Just when the conversation earlier felt… incomplete.”
Her silver eyes narrowed. “Incomplete?”
Malrik stepped closer, his expression soft. “I meant what I said, Isla. My admiration for you is genuine. Draven’s lucky to have someone like you by his side. Not everyone would balance his strength so well.”
Isla frowned, unease prickling at her. “You have a way of making compliments sound like traps, Malrik.”
He raised his hands defensively, his smile fading into something more sincere. “Not a trap. Just an observation. You’re remarkable, Isla. And sometimes, people overlook that when they’re too focused on protecting what they have.”
She studied him for a moment before turning and walking away. As her footsteps receded, Malrik stood under the stars, his gaze lingering on the path she’d taken.
