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Phase II: Ibhaan's Head
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The Auditorium is stuffed to the brim with a suffocating amount of wolves scattered everywhere like tiny insects. To my left, I see a podium for VVIPs where only the Lycan Mena and Luna Queen Alejendro are seated. Ibhaan helps me on the couch assigned for us before he jumps beside me with a soft pulp and waves the balloon in the air. The audience hoots when cameraman focuses on his biceps. My mouth parts in exhaustion when I overlook the vast field. It is stretched beyond what my eyes could handle. There is a rectangular swimming pool in the centre with bleachers fencing around it. Theglaring lights around focus on something that is yet to unveil. A wolf in a checkered blue shirt and matching aqua blue pants examines the thing. There is a cheer squad, referees, guards, and the general audience. To my right, above the bleacher is a huge flat screen that welcomes everyone. There are cameramen, not one or two, but quite a lot of them. It is obnoxiously loud around and below us. We
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