Sets of eyes were on us the moment we marched our line to Collete’s house. Although some pack members were in a hurry to go somewhere, their steps immediately slowed down when their heads turned and looked at us.
Curiosity. They had that look on their faces. The others who were busy training in the field appeared to be more interested in us, much more than their tasks at hand.
I could say his pack was built in a powerful stronghold. Men were drilled and strictly learned in their teens with combat skills and weapons such as knives, guns, Bows, Arrows, and so on.
Vilkas’s head whipped in their direction with a glare, inducing their heads to embarrassingly go back to what they had been doing. Some of the adults were sporting grins and some genuinely looked frightened, especially the young
