Jaxson
Ever since I can remember, I know that Cerise Lagoon never took any side—they were independent. I know that in our history, it was the Western Pack’s choice to not follow the rules set up by the past leaders and to create a society where they lean on one, thus making them a pack that was neither hated nor liked by the neighboring packs—they exist as the sole pack that was unneeded, but at the same time, needed to maintain the balance of ruling within the four lands.
Wearing my white polo shirt underneath my grey jacket and is paired denim jeans, I looked straight in the eyes of the guard who quickly bowed their heads and moved sidewards, granting me permission to enter their land even without me showing them my mark. “G-good afternoon, Prince Jaxson.”
I paused and stretched out
