I nodded as the sleek, black Lamborghini Aventador that costs more than tens of millions, rolled to a perfect stop in front of me. The leader of the Elders, an older werewolf with silver streaks in his hair and eyes that seemed to see right through me, stepped out and gestured grandly toward the car."Xena, you deserve this," he said, his voice grave but proud. "Please accept this tailored car, exclusive to you. You're our pack's hope."I glanced at the car, its polished surface gleaming under the moonlight, and then back at him. "Healing others... that's my obligation," I said quietly, almost reflexively. "You don't have to do this.""No, Xena," he replied firmly. "This car is tailored to your every feature. And most importantly, it has a unique function, every traffic light will turn green only for you. So you can get to those in need faster. Heal them more efficiently."I exhaled and nodded. "Okay. I got it."I slid into the driver's seat, the leather hugging me like it was made fo
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