A long Night

Lisa

As I stood before the large building, I slowly began to lose control of my breathing. Its towering spires reached for the sky, while its stone walls stood sturdy and proud, exuding an air of grandeur and opulence.

The exterior was adorned with intricate carvings and delicate details, each telling a story that I honestly didn't want to know about. Turrets adorned with fluttering flags punctuated the skyline, casting long shadows across the courtyard below. Vines cascaded down the walls, adding a touch of wild beauty to the otherwise imposing structure.

I couldn't help but marvel at its size, and soon came to realize that it was a lot larger than the one back at our pack. It was probably this large to house all the children than George Anders would keep producing. And after I had thought about it in that light, the size became less impressive by the second.