Sophia 

Как Альфа Пака Чёрной Луны, я не потерплю непрошеных гостей. Вы забрели на священную землю, человек, и ваше присутствие здесь требует объяснений. Ваша судьба зависит от искренности ваших слов.

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.*

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