As Connor led Tyler and Bella through the vast estate, curious eyes followed their every move. Children young wolves in human form paused from their playful routines. A small girl with curly auburn hair and striking green eyes peeked from behind a stone pillar, clutching a stuffed wolf doll. Two boys around ten, one with dark brown hair and the other with silver-blonde strands, chased each other across the yard, their movements swift and agile already showing signs of their lineage. A group of teens stood in a corner, sparring in friendly combat with padded gloves, laughter mixing with the crisp morning air. Their eyes glinted with faint gold, their heightened senses alert to every motion.
Finally, the group stopped in front of a tall, metallic door. Tyler and Bella exchanged a glance nervous, uncertain. Connor gave a sharp knock. The door opened smoothly.
A man in his late forties stood in the doorway, exuding a quiet but commanding presence. He was tall and well-built, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His dark hair, lightly peppered with gray, was combed back neatly. His eyes held both wisdom and watchfulness. There was a calmness to him, but also the unshakable discipline of a true leader. He smiled gently as he stepped aside.
Beside him stood a beautiful woman, graceful and poised. Bella instinctively knew this was his wife. Her soft brown curls were swept elegantly to the side, and her warm eyes held a quiet strength.
"Welcome," the man said with a nod.
Connor stepped forward and shook his hand firmly. "Good to meet you again, Alpha."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella and Tyler. I'm sure you've heard of me, though perhaps not by name. I am Hudson Davidson."
Tyler stiffened, realization dawning. This is Mr. Davidson's son...
Bella mirrored the thought. The Alpha…
Mr. Hudson moved with practiced ease, every motion speaking of authority. "This is my wife, Anna," he said, gesturing to the woman beside him. "She is our Luna." Anna bowed slightly.
"We take care of wolves like you," she said softly. "It is our duty and our honor to continue the fight our forefathers began. To protect humanity... and our kind."
Hudson gestured toward the sitting area. "Where are my manners? Please, have a seat."
Tyler, still cautious, thought: Bloody fool, but kept his expression neutral as they all took seats on a deep, soft sofa.
Hudson sipped his tea, his voice calm yet firm. "Your parents would have done anything to protect you both. You carry the blood of warriors and you're the last of your kind."
"You have no relatives?" he asked, setting his cup down.
Tyler responded, "No. My father's brothers are all dead. None of them had children. My mother was an only child."
Mrs. Anna's face softened. "Such a sad story. But we're glad you're here."
Hudson nodded. "You'll be joining Connor's pack the same team you fought beside at the warehouse. Learn everything you can. We are at war... and we must be prepared."
He stood, his voice final. "That will be all."
Bella rose with a grateful smile. "Thank you, sir."
Tyler gave a respectful nod.
As they left, Mrs. Anna turned to her husband with a knowing look. "We have very special wolves in our midst."
Hudson watched them go, his expression unreadable. "Yes, dear. Very special indeed."