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Alexander’s POV

"Why didn't the werewolf tribe move to the human world like we did?" Sophia asked, her tone curious and contemplative.

I glanced at her, her features bathed in the soft glow of the car's interior lights. It was a question I had pondered myself, a complex topic that held within it the echoes of history, tradition, and the delicate balance between two worlds.

"Well," I began, my voice thoughtful, "it's not as simple as just moving to a new location."

She nodded, her gaze locked onto me as if she was seeking a deeper understanding. "I mean, our current location is relatively remote, and the transportation here isn't as advanced as it is in the human world."

A moment of silence stretched between us, the weight of her words hanging in the air. It was true—our territory, nestled in the heart of nature, was a far cry from the bustling human cities we had visited. But there was a reason for that, one that went beyond mere convenience.

I exhaled softly, my gaze drifting to the