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

When all was said and done, Violante sprawled out in the snow; her breath rose up in a steam as she sighed, content. She moved into Avery, resting her head against him. Talk turned to their pack, and Violante met his gaze. "I can lead alone," she told him quietly - how much had she learned from watching Vex, listening to their father? She knew what to do, and what not to. "But what of you? Did you want to serve as my beta?"