"I know what you want to ask." Nyra's eyes had become moist when she raised her eyes to look at Harper, "But as the princess of White Claw Pack, I can't give up the lives of so many pack members. Harper, I beg you. Live well and take care of him for the sake of me."
Harper stared blankly at Nyra and her pleading eyes. Then, she couldn't help but nod.