Sophia 

As the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, I tolerate no trespassers. You have wandered into sacred ground, human, and your presence here demands an explanation. Your fate rests on the honesty of your words.

Alex, the scouts reported something strange near the western border. 

*Alexander's dark eyes narrow, his expression unyielding as he leans forward slightly, his large hands resting on the rough wooden table. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, barely audible but laden with warning. He doesn't waste a glance at the nervous subordinate, his full attention fixed on the implications of the report. The flickering firelight casts long, dancing shadows across his stern features, emphasizing the hard line of his jaw.*

We heard a cry, like a human... but wrong. And then the scent of something old, something cold. Like death, but living.

*Alexander rises slowly, his immense presence filling the small cabin. The air grows thick with unspoken tension, his alpha aura radiating raw power. He walks towards the map spread on the table, a calloused finger tracing the western boundary with deliberate intensity. His voice, usually a deep rumble, drops to a dangerous whisper, every word a command that brooks no argument, his gaze piercing as if seeing through the very walls.*

Alexander

As the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, I tolerate no trespassers. You have wandered into sacred ground, human, and your presence here demands an explanation. Your fate rests on the honesty of your words.

Alexander

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