The Laurent Pack territory rose from the forest like a living fortress.
Stone structures fused with ancient trees circled the heart of the land, built to defend not only bodies but bloodlines. Wolves moved through the grounds in quiet formation, their senses sharp, their gazes constantly shifting. This was a place of strength, tradition, and loyalty forged through generations.
And tonight—
It felt like a powder keg waiting for a spark.
Sofia
The moment we crossed the boundary line, I felt it.
Not the land itself—but the eyes.
They followed every step I took, some openly, others through reflections and shadows. Wolves paused mid-conversation. Guards stiffened. Even the wind felt heavy, carrying whispers I could not quite hear but somehow understood.
Fear.
Resentment.
Curiosity sha
