She realized that Chase possessed extraordinary mental fortitude, something no Alpha could easily emulate. No ordinary werewolf would have survived what he endured, even a normal Alpha would have a hard time, let alone restraining the primal urge to dominate and wreak havoc. To bow his head, to feign submission before his enemy while suppressing every instinct screaming for blood, for revenge, was nothing short of remarkable.
For someone like Chase to come here and reveal all of this meant only one thing: he was exposing his most vulnerable self. He wasn't asking for trust through words alone; he was demanding it through action, even going so far as to show them the curse eating away at his own body.
Had he not been born with Alpha blood, that curse would have killed him long ago. Defying that man at all should have been a death sentence. And perhaps that was the greatest irony of all.
