In the grand hall, the atmosphere was tense, but the moment Norton caught sight of Aurora, it was as if he had shed decades. His gaze lit up with an intensity that only alpha werewolves could display when they recognized a soul deeply connected to their pack.
"Aurora! Come to your grandfather!" Norton commanded, his voice stern yet kind.
Ever wary of the Bloodhowl alphas, Aurora immediately adjusted her demeanor. In a heartbeat, she shifted from distant elegance to feigned docility, gracefully seating herself beside him.
"Grandfather, how are you feeling? Is there anything troubling you?" she asked softly.
The venerable alpha let out a low growl, a mix of satisfaction and frustration.
"I feel much better now that you're here, child!" he replied, taking her hand, his eyes l
