Her.
Pamela.
Pamela's pack appeared before me, torches raised along the tall gates. The guards shouted at me, to stop, running towards me to block my path, but I didn't slow down.
I didn't need to. I wasn't here for any formalities yet alone to wait for the 'luna' to decide if she wanted to hear me or not.
My wolf form ran head first into the gates, breaking and destroying down steel and wood like it were silk.
Gasps and cries erupted from all corners as I charged into their territory, my claws digging deep into the stone path way.
I kept going with only one aim. A needed confrontation with Pamela and to end all of this nonsense.
It had gone too far. She had gone too far.
"Stop him!" someone shouted. Pointing what seemed to be a spear at me.
Several guards rushed forward towards me, but the moment they felt my aura, they froze in their spot, like they had suddenly become statues.
