I ran my fingers through my favorite lock of hair, a calming ritual I had perfected over the years. My gaze was fixed on the two men approaching us, their posture radiating authority, though one of them looked worse for wear. The older male, covered in a patchwork of bruises, seemed to have recovered significantly, contrary to the dire condition I had imagined. His face was set in a grim line, and his eyes scanned us with the sharpness of a predator assessing its prey.
Hammer stepped forward, his imposing presence commanding the space between us. "Alpha Griffin has informed me he won't be attending. He’s asked me to step in. Doctor Max Griffin," Hammer gestured toward the older male, "and this is Luna Greta Griffin."
"Pleased to meet you," I said warmly, offering a smile I hoped would
