Bloody Ransom

Aurelia stood among the Syndicate band, her presence begrudgingly accepted as she observed the scene unfolding before her. She had been dragged into this display of force against the Norad pack, her reluctance palpable in the way she carried herself. The tension in the air was thick, suffocating almost, as the Syndicate made their presence known at the borders of Norad. Her gaze swept over the assembled wolves, noting the fierce determination etched into each face, the anticipation of conflict simmering beneath the surface. It was a sight to behold, in its own twisted way, as they stood united in their readiness for whatever awaited them.

Even though she had no desire to be here, Aurelia found herself lingering near Rhazien, to ensure that he couldn’t miss her presence after the lecture she had received. She couldn’t help but watch him closely, noting the subtle tension in his muscles, the steely resolve in his two-toned gaze.

As the moments stretched on, Aurelia's mind churned with a mixture of apprehension and resignation. She knew that violence loomed on the horizon, inevitable and unavoidable. And though she despised the thought of supporting a cause that went out of the way of her own, she would stand among them to drive home their point. Trouble was looming on Norad’s doorstep.

"Aurelia Veratti"