ELTON
As I stepped out of the car, the cold breeze hit my face, the kind that only seemed to exist in secluded places like this mansion. It was quiet here—far from prying eyes and the bustling noise of the world. This was my space, a place where plans took shape and destinies were forged.
Benjie and his rogue werewolves were already gathered in the large hall of my mansion, waiting. They stood in silence. Though they weren’t the most well-organized group, they were loyal, and that was enough for me. They knew they depended on me for shelter and food. Without me, they were nothing.
Benjie stepped forward, his tall, lean frame cutting a stark figure in the dim light of the room. He had a shrewd look in his eyes, and his voice was steady when he spoke. “Elton, it’s good to see you again
