The Heartwood i want [m]oney, and power, and champagne, and fame

Avery leaned contentedly against Violante. He felt many things, all of which seemed inconsequential to him in that moment. My own family, my own pack, finally.

Looking to Violante, he spoke softly, "I didn't realize how much I wanted a pack until now. I'm not sure how good of a leader I'm going to be. I think It's only right for you to lead." 

Avery shocked himself by his honestly. Something he never even acknowledged himself. He longed for something he could call his own, a family. He was surprised to feel a new emotion welling up in his chest, it made him feel warm and safe. He stretched languidly before rolling onto his back smiling up at Violante, his mate.