Claimed By Alpha Draven
On the opposite side of the hallway was a picture of white, hairy old men; they seemed to wear clothing not from these times.
Either they were the founders of the pack or it was just an art painting. The more she walked, the more she saw certain similarities between them till she saw Draven, or what looked like a much younger version of himself.
He looked really handsome in his youth, is what she thought to herself till her eyes saw the next and last painting. "Adrian?" She said out loud, nearly stumbling, but there he was, his painting depicted on the wall.
"I see you've met my nephew already," Draven said, walking up from behind her.
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