As she ventured into the forest, she was greeted by the majestic sight of the werewolf pack. Their eyes held an ancient wisdom, yet glinted with warmth as they recognized their chosen leader. Each member, in their lupine form, approached with reverence, acknowledging her with a bow.

“I thought I was going to be the one to bow?” she whispered to Archer. Who silently informed her to be quiet.

Ruby's pulse quickened, her senses heightened by the presence of these mystical beings. She could feel their energy, a harmonious force connecting them all, drawing her into their complex web of belonging.

The energy was exciting, going through her nerves. She...