Alpha Darkclaw
The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.
Lucifer, Damon, and Arnette entered the dimly lit space, where the witch awaited them by a large cauldron. She was a frail-looking woman, but her eyes held a depth of knowledge and power that commanded respect. As they approached, she motioned for them to sit on the worn chairs positioned around a small table.
"You’ve come," she said, her voice soft but laced with urgency. "I’m glad you did. I’ve been reaching out to the spirits, seeking answers about the Old Alpha. What I’ve found… is troubling."
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