Strategizing against the Pack

The iron gates of Bruce's sprawling mansion creaked open as Mishka's car pulled up the long, winding driveway. The gothic architecture loomed against the darkening sky, a fitting backdrop for the unusual discussion that was about to take place.

As Mishka stepped out of the car, she saw Bruce waiting for her on the front steps. His usually impeccable fashion sense was slightly dishevelled, a testament to the stress of recent events. Behind him stood Graham, the werewolf fashion model who had become their ally during the tumultuous events in Italy. His chiselled features were set in a concerned expression.

"Glad you made it safely," Bruce said, pulling Mishka into a tight embrace. She could feel the tension in his muscles, a reminder of the constant vigilance required in their new reality.