Waldo sat in the car, his gaze distant as he watched the passing cityscape blur outside the window. His wolf-like eyes, deep as the vast ocean, held a contemplative glint, as if pondering something significant. Occasionally, the moonlight reflected off his eyes, giving them an even colder, sharper edge, as though they were windows into the night itself.
Greg drove steadily, sneaking a glance at Waldo in the rearview mirror before quickly turning his attention back to the road. He couldn't quite understand Waldo's behavior today. Whether it was the casino or the stock exchange… it was all just another distraction for Waldo, a way to pass the time. Over the years at Red Moon Pack, they hadn't had much interaction with the people from Rouge Land. What was strange, though, was that Rouge Land seemed to take an indifferent stance, allowing them to grow unchecked, as if tacitly approving their actions.
