[Anton's P.O.V]
His scepter suddenly shrank and was placed on his left chest as he bowed to us.
I felt puzzled, unsure why they were doing this. According to the books, the elves and werewolves were opposed to each other, and in their history, there had even been wars, leading to deep-seated enmity. It was impossible for them to be so gentle and polite towards us as they were now.
I became wary, even skeptical about their sincerity and friendliness. I pulled Kirk and silently took a step back, keeping a distance from them.
I didn't respond to their words immediately but instead scanned the young man and the elf standing behind him. They shared a resemblance, both holding scepters. Scepters were symbols of power, and the other two didn't have them, even their attire was noticeably different.
"Sorry, if we had known this was your territory, my companion and I wouldn't have bothered you."
