Anastasia aka Clara's pov
Alpha Dylan and I were on the fighting stage, while Anders was standing off the stage.
Fireball and Irving got down from my arms and left the fighting stage.
They sat down close to Anders while they cleaned their forelegs using their tongues.
With me and Alpha Dylan appearing out of the blue and standing on the fighting stage, the werewolves, who were in the same uniform (black and gold robes), stopped their training and began to look at me and Alpha Dylan.
They looked like ants because of how many they were.
Their footsteps sounded like a thousand drum sets as they hurried and surrounded the fighting stage.
They were whispering to each other, but because there were many of them, hearing their powerful voices was not a problem.
