Once Alpha Carter and Alice departed, Azriel led Elora and King Markus to his private office. Elora sat tensely in one of the chairs, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her gaze flickering nervously towards the Werewolf King. Azriel noticed her apprehension and gently placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Lora, there's no need to be nervous," Azriel said softly. "King Markus is a friend. He’s here to support us. You have nothing to worry about."
Markus smiled warmly at Elora, his demeanor kind and approachable despite his imposing presence. "Please, call me Markus," he said. "I’ve known Azriel for many years, and I’ve heard so much about you. It’s an honor to finally meet you."
Elora managed a small smile, feeling a bit more at ease, but still tense. "It’s an honor to meet you t
