Layleen
The crowd thickens as more people pour onto the training grounds, the steady influx making it clear just how formidable this pack truly is.
For the first time, I see the big picture—the sheer power and unity they exude.
Everyone here seems as if they were meant to be part of this pack.
And I mean that literally.
How can they all look so... alike? Similar is the best word I can find to describe it. They are all tall, powerful, and perfectly built for battle. Their expressions brim with confidence—some crossing into arrogance—and their presence alone is overwhelming. Dressed mostly in black, they emanate a dark, commanding aura that makes them feel untouchable.
If I had my wolf, I have no doubt she would be bowing her head to every single one of them.
