Is there such thing as second chances

Raziel watched stoically as the silver wolfess lowered herself further to the ground, her vulnerable belly touching the dirt and earth that made up the main entrance. Good. At least she knew her place now. He didn't need any rebels here, not when just he managed to get the Alpha role away from Kove, no, the Valley must thrive for a little while longer before the Inuit took over its reins and brought it to its doom. If Rhythm was to join their pack, she would join as a loyal member to the Valley first and foremost, and then as a loyal wolf to him.

"Your life, hmm?" Raziel cocked his head and regarded the female with unyielding green eyes. "Romans, like me, take that oath very seriously. If you do indeed leave again and abandon us without notice, I swear to all the gods above that I, and the rest of the pack will take your life if we ever see you again. I will be merciful and not chase you down, but if you dare show your face here again after abandoning us once more..."

His tail flicked behind him threateningly.