"And my Luna?" Ryder frowned. She liked her pack members too much, so he reluctantly added, "Her people? My people?"
The figure's silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken consequences, and Ryder's heart sank with a growing sense of dread.
"They may not be the same as you," the figure warned, its voice devoid of emotion. "They could be humans, and you... a monster," it continued, the words dripping with unsettling implications. "Or perhaps it will be the other way around. The possibilities are endless, and the consequences are unpredictable."
Ryder's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as he shot them towards the figure, his fists clenched at his sides. His entire body seemed to vibrate with contained fury, as if he was struggling to hold back a storm of emotions. The air around him crackled with tension, heavy with the promise of a tempest about to unleash.
