---- Chapter 5 Yeats heard the unmistakable sound of someone collapsing on the other end of the call. He stood up sharply, his brows furrowed in concern. "What was that..." he muttered, staring at the screen. The line had gone dead. He tried calling back, but the call didn't go through. My phone had shut off. His wolf stirred uneasily. "Is something happening 2? He turned toward the door, ready to head to the den- but Lily stepped in front of him and gently took his arm. "Don't worry, Brother Yeats," she said with a soothing voice. "She's probably just upset and threw her phone in anger. You know how Luna Jasmin is." Yeats hesitated. Lily gave a light sigh, brushing her hair back from her face. ---- "She's always been so stubborn," she continued softly. "She wants everything her way. But you're the Alpha-you can't be expected to always follow her emotions. Give her time. She'll calm down eventually." Her tone was calm, sympathetic, almost motherly. Yeats relaxed a little under her words. "You're right," he said with a faint smile, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Jasmin might still be my Luna by title, but she's done nothing for this pack. It's because of you that CrimsonMoon has grown into what it is today." Amoment later, a pack safeguard entered, escorting Yelena into the room. She burst into tears the moment she saw Yeats. "Tt's all her fault!" Yelena cried, stamping her feet. " Everyone at the academy is laughing at me. How cana helper think she's good enough to be my mother?!" Lily hurried to her side, wiping her tears. "Don't cry, darling. I'll take you shopping later. You can pick any ---- dress you want, the latest ones from your beloved designers." Yelena's mood flipped instantly, laughter spilling from her lips as she eagerly began discussing new fashion trends with Lily, her voice bright and animated. Yeats watched them with quiet contentment. Jasmin had once been like this-gentle, considerate, full of life and grace. A dozen years ago, she had shone brighter than any star, more stunning than even Lily. That was what had drawn Yeats to her back then, what had made him propose the bond. But she had changed. Over the years, she had become dull, too slow to keep up with his ambitions. She had lost her luster, her elegance. He saw her now as petty, small-minded, clinging to a past long gone. But Lily... Lily was always the same-soft-spoken, supportive, elegant. And she loved Yelena as her own.