Sera's Pov
In front of us stood a man who looked to be in his fifties. His silver-streaked beard and the soft lines on his weathered face gave him a wise, approachable aura. Even though he was clearly human, there was something undeniably strong about him—like the stillness of a mountain, calm but impossible to move. And kind. That was the first thing I noticed, strangely enough. His kindness didn't make him look weak. It made him feel safe. Trustworthy.
"Welcome," he said, his voice a low but warm rumble. "I'm Ruvan, leader of this camp."
Aurora stepped forward with ease, shoulders squared and voice steady. "We've come from Alpha King Lucian. We're here to retrieve the arms... and the body of our fallen friend."
Ruvan gave a solemn nod, his expression tightening just slightly in respect. "I figured you'd come soon. You're here earlier than expected though. It's good to see you in one piece."
