Within a matter of a few seconds all eyes fixated on one scene. Rather, their gaze followed the Pitch black wolf approaching them, showing a particular kind of aggression towards Valestines. Everyone was weirdly still as Ashton moved, as if they were in trance as if a magic spell was cast upon them.
Suddenly, as if the spell broke, the Valestines launched their attack, ironically on the Crescentile wolves instead of Ashton. The wolves were taken aback, but they recovered from it soon enough before taking care of their own defense.
The End? how about it