
[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 26pt;color: firebrick; opacity: 0.95; letter-spacing: -1px]VICTORIANA WRAY[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; margin-top: -1px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.85; letter-spacing: 1px]Victoriana stared, startled, at his hand. He was proposing to her a truce. It would never extend past personal affairs, of that she was certain, because there was no way she would ever abandon her siblings if they were to find themselves in a fight with the wolves.
Her fingers twitched at her side as her eyes moved back up and locked onto those of Damien.
"Yes," she agreed at last. Her voice was hesitant, but she stuck her hand out and latched onto his. With an enigmatic smile, she nodded. "I will put my differences aside with you and your pack. But if my siblings are ever in danger... I will protect them."
