"Hello," the man greeted me gently, his blue eyes twinkling brightly with warmth, "you must be Alice?"
His resemblance to Dennis was uncanny. The man, likely in his early sixties, possessed the same handsome features that had captivated me in his son. His voice held a soothing tone that instantly put me at ease.
"Yes, sir," I managed to reply, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "I'm Alice Carter."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, dear," he responded warmly. Then he turned to his wife, as if expecting her to say something. "And this is my wife, the Luna of the pack."
I couldn't help but mutter a quiet "Oh" under my breath as I took in the appearance of the elegant woman standing before me.
Her regal air and poised demeanor made it clear that she was a woman of authority, embodying he
