CHAPTER 25: THEIR CONNECTION, LEANDRA AND MIDAS

• A terrible ruler quick to violence is what Leandra always perceived on her point of view Midas was. An abominable animal, a perfect leader figure for the wolves, the face who was indeed deceiving, broad, handsome and dark, his lips inviting, and the mouth seems to be perfectly sculpted for deceit. But these held no common differences to savage nations align to how they usually morphed into their wolf form into a distorted dominion which cause fear. But are humans different from them? He came from the shadows as it cast his silhouette, tall and massive, his muscles flexing even his chiseled chest molded by their constant run on the fields. The hunt she knew, and the fight they had always been entrapped with. His posture flexed the darkness he carries, a head leading battalions of wolves she lost count with.
• “You are not allowed to be here.” His voice boomed.
• It hold something she couldn’t tell. The darkness gloomed as if his presence made them to inched farther away from the corner until no room was left. His footfalls resonant into a soft thuds, but they almost means menace or was it another thing she couldn’t name of? The woman even cowered. She seems to be trembling, quivering with the fear he brings. He stir the walls, which appeared more suffocating, more smaller before his large frame made its presence known. It continually hindered, Leandra appease her unease, but no ghastly horrors took a grip of her chest. She stood there as he went closer.