Old man Tom sat in his dimly lit chambers within Alpha Grant's opulent palace, frustration etched across his weathered face. He leaned forward, his fingers rubbing his temples as he furrowed his brow in deep concentration. The room was filled with scattered scrolls, books, and maps, a testament to the exhaustive research he had undertaken in his quest to capture his elusive niece, Eva.
"By all the forces that govern this realm, why does she prove so difficult to catch?" he muttered to himself, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and intrigue.
Just then, a knock echoed through the chamber, followed by the creak of the heavy wooden door swinging open. Alpha Grant strode in, his presence commanding attention as he surveyed the scene before him.
"Old man Tom," Alpha Grant greeted, his
