Morgan leans back again, letting his smirk reappear on his face. It carries the relaxed arrogance, the "who, me?" countenance. "Alright, fine," he raises his hands in surrender
"We bring our little… Luna to the Bellamy estate. She walks in. Everyone gasps. Tada. She's ours. Perfect."
"So, what comes after that?" Grayson, his dumbest brother asks,
Luke might be silent now, but he's urging Morgan forward, biting at the edges of his composure. He wants it all. Every piece, every corner of the board. All or nothing.
Darien leans back thoughtfully. "Then we face the storm. We've set the pieces in motion, established the bond. Our family, the pack, the council… they won't like it. They'll resist. They'll fight. But united, the four of us… We can survive the storm. We endure and control what happens next."
