Alpha Elijah and Rhea stood side by side; their hearts were heavy with worry as they prepared for the ritual that would save the twins from turning at such a young age.
Elijah, a towering figure with a commanding presence, wore a fur cloak that billowed in the breeze.
"We must remain strong, Rhea," Elijah said, his voice deep and resonant. "Our children's lives depend on this ritual."
Rhea nodded, her eyes filled with unwavering resolve. "I know, Elijah. We will do whatever it takes to save them."
As they spoke, the distant sound of rustling leaves reached their ears, signaling the arrival of the pack healer.
She emerged from the shadows, her long silver hair cascading down her back and her eyes filled with ancient wisdom.
"Alpha, Elijah," the healer said, greeting them with a respec
