บท 123: A Daughter

The Harrington family emerged from their sleek, black SUVs and were immediately greeted by the grand doors of Alpha Jasper's packhouse. The President, his wife Liliana, and their son Aaron stepped forward with a sense of hesitation, their eyes sweeping over the elegant but imposing estate before them. Beside them, Elisa, Aaron's wife, clutched his arm tightly, her own nervous energy barely contained.

The packhouse stood tall and proud, its structure adorned with intricate carvings and symbols.

As they approached, the scent of freshly cut cedar and sage filled their nostrils, adding to the sensory overload.

Liliana straightened her posture, smoothing the front of her tailored dress as she glanced at her husband. "Well, here we are."

President Harrington gave her a tight nod, his jaw set with tension. This dinner was meant to strengthen an alliance between the humans and wolves—an uneasy truce forged in necessity, not trust.