The old physician was in his chamber, his wrinkled hands delicately arranging herbs on one side of the table and monitoring data on a sleek, modern device on the other.
The juxtaposition of ancient practices and cutting-edge technology was a testament to his unique role in the pack.
He had just finished aligning some vials when a knock at the door broke the serene silence.
He froze momentarily, his heart skipping a beat. Visitors were rare at this hour, and he hadn't been expecting anyone.
Slowly, he walked to the door, his mind racing with possibilities. When he opened it, his eyes widened in surprise.
Standing before him, radiating an aura of cold authority, was Mona.
"Ma'am," he stammered, quickly stepping aside to let her in, bowing his head as a sign of respect.
Mona strode in with the confidence of someone who owned the space.
Her piercing gaze swept the room before landing on the old man.