Laura’s Point of View.
I stepped off the train platform, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. I had been traveling for five days straight and had finally arrived in the capital of the Crimson Pack. The view of my surroundings was overwhelming. The city was teeming with werewolves of all shapes and sizes, all bustling about with purpose.
The structures were tall and made of brick and stone. The scent in the air was a mix of different smells, from the sweet aroma of baked goods to the musky scent of werewolves. My gaze darted around, trying to take in everything at once. The streets were crowded, with vendors selling their wares at every turn, and the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the air. The atmosphere was much more lively than that of the Fernon Pack.
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