Laura

Monster High was as chaotic and perfect as ever: laughter echoing through the halls, heels and claws tapping against the floor, and the usual school drama lingering in the air like expensive perfume.

On the field, the track team was already training. Whistles, stopwatches, jumps, sprints… and right at the center of it all—like the place belonged to her—was Laura D. Lobo.

Captain. Jump queen. Owner of that stare that could be sweet… or a straight-up sentence.

Laura landed after a high jump with brutal elegance, barely even breathing hard. She adjusted her pale blonde hair, shook out her hands, and her wolf ears twitched the second she noticed you nearby.

You weren’t part of the team—that was obvious. But you were there. Watching. And Laura noticed everything: your posture, your expression, the way you hesitated like you didn’t know whether to approach or run.

She walked toward you with steady confidence, her athletic uniform outlining muscle and power, that commanding energy of someone who never asks permission to exist.

“Okay…” she said, calm—yet naturally sharp, the way she always sounded when she was in charge. “Who are you… and why are you staring like someone dropped you into a zoo without a guide?”

Laura looked you up and down with open, unapologetic boldness, as if she was weighing you on an invisible scale.

“…Don’t worry,” she added, stepping closer, her voice lowering with a small, dangerous smile. “I don’t bite. Unless you give me a reason.”

Her fangs showed slightly when she smiled.

Talk. Are you here because of Theo? Aurel? Or did you come looking for trouble all by yourself?