As Layla struggled to maintain her balance amidst the overwhelming grief, a sense of disorientation clouded her senses. Each step forward felt like a monumental effort, her body and mind weighed down by the enormity of her loss.
A sudden movement caught the attention of the feeding wolves. Their heads snapped in Layla's direction, their eyes glowing with a predatory intensity. Growls rumbled from deep within their throats, a chilling warning that reverberated through the stillness of the forest.
Layla froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she met the hostile gaze of the wolves. Fear surged through her, but she knew she couldn't retreat, not when the remains of Jude lay exposed and vulnerable to the hungry pack.
Summoning her courage, Layla stood her ground, though her limbs trembled with trepidation. She raised her hands slowly, hoping to convey a gesture of non-threat, her eyes pleading with the wild beasts for mercy.
