The atmosphere crackled with tension as Gillow dominated Cain’s domain with his presence.
His expression was stone cold, his presence radiating power, eyes blazing crimson in confrontation.
Cain's stood at the center of his territory, his smirk a blend of mockery and unease, his ruby eyes as an alpha, matching Gillow's.
In this confrontation, the werewolves eyes had turned to various shades of colors, matching their ranks in the pack. Low snarls and visible dark veins threatened to break loose. The look was thesame with Gillow's daunting frame as he bravely stood, surrounded in the enemy territory.
“You’re not welcome here,” Cain growled, his words sharp and dismissive.
“I’m not here for your welcome,” Gillow replied, his voice low but firm. “I’m here for my people. Release them. Now.
