Suddenly, a formidable figure emerged from the shadows, commanding attention with his imposing presence. It was the Werewolf King himself, Markus.
Markus stood tall and regal, his muscular frame exuding strength and authority. His chiseled features were accentuated by piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of centuries. His dark hair cascaded in waves around his shoulders, adding to his aura of power and magnetism, as he exuded an air of elegance and dominance. Every movement was calculated and deliberate, generating an undeniable magnetism that drew all eyes to him.
As he stepped forward, his powerful aura enveloped the scene, casting a spell of awe and reverence over all present.
With a voice that resonated like thunder, Markus addressed the two alphas, “Speak!”
“Your High
