{Third Person}
A long line of sleek black vehicles rolled through the grand gates of a massive private estate within the Werewolf Kingdom.
The residence stood like a fortress—stone walls, towering structures, and guards stationed at every visible point. It was less of a guesthouse and more of a controlled domain.
One by one, the cars came to a stop. Doors opened, and the Humans, well-dressed and composed, stepped out. At least on the surface.
From one of the front vehicles, Anthony Caldwell stepped out, followed by Matilda. Both carried themselves with practiced dignity, their expressions carefully neutral as they took in their surroundings.
Behind them, another car door opened, and Lila stepped out first. Her heels touched the ground with quiet precision, her posture straight, her expression already edged with disinterest.
The diamond ring on the middle finger of her left hand caught the light, flashing briefly as she adjusted her hand.
