Voren's gaze darkened dangerously, his eyes burning with a fury that could set the world on fire, pure protective rage rolling off him in waves, but Quinn suddenly asked, feeling confused, her voice small and uncertain.
"How did you make him out? They all almost look alike."
"That's what I thought before." Jasmine said as she explained, her voice steady despite the fear that still lingered in her chest, pure residual trauma mixed with quiet strength. "There are still dissimilarities between them."
It was clear as everyone studied the Lycans closely that though they looked alike, there were still unique qualities to their various physiques, small differences that set them apart, that made them individuals rather than copies. Pure focus settled over the group.
They looked horrified when they saw what remained on the floor, their faces contorting with shock and rage that filled the air with pure threat.
"Our protector. What have you done?"
