She won't," Reana interrupted smoothly. "The mine has been dormant for decades. Even Alpha Killian knows nothing about it, and that's because it has no purpose to us. Yet.
"The goddess gave us that crystal not to hoard it, but to wield its power wisely. The humans can help us refine it. In turn, they will protect it as their own."
Elder Thomas folded his arms, unconvinced. "And what happens when they want more? When their greed outweighs their gratitude?"
"They won't get more than we give," Reana said firmly. "This alliance will be bound by a sacred pact... and human greed, while it's real, is predictable. What's not predictable is the enemy watching from the shadows. The more eyes we have on our borders - be it the humans or wolves - the better."
"You're gambling with our traditions," muttered Elder Beth.
"I'm protecting our future," Reana replied. "Traditions change. They have to, or we die clinging to them while the world moves on."
