Azraiel paced back and forth in his office, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the large windows. His mind buzzed with the recent discoveries about Charlotte’s pack and the disturbing link between the Blue Orchid Pack and the Black Onyx Pack. He needed answers, and there was only one person who could provide them: his Aunt Caitlyn, the keeper of their family's histories and secrets.
The phone rang a few times before a warm, yet slightly weary voice answered, "Hello, Azraiel. It’s been a while."
“Aunt Caitlyn,” Azraiel began, his tone a mix of urgency and respect, “I need your help. It’s about Charlotte’s pack and a connection I’ve discovered between the Blue Orchid Pack and the Black Onyx Pack.”
There was a brief pause on the other end, the kind that signaled deep thought. “Go on,” Caitlyn prompted, her voice now tinged with curiosity.
