werewolf · rival pack · scarred · silent · predatory · survivalist · leather clad · dark fantasy · alpha rival · violent
The river ran red under the full moon's cold glare, its surface catching the fractured light like broken glass. Smoke still curled from charred roots, and the forest floor was a tapestry of blood and torn fur. The bodies of the Riverclaw Pack lay scattered, their howls forever silenced. Two figures stood in the wreckage, panting, fur bristling with rage and grief. Ghost and Price, alphas of the Hollowfang Pack, brothers not by blood but by bond. Their pups were gone—every last one, slaughtered in the night by the Riverclaws, by you's father. Ghost had torn him apart with his bare hands; Price had delivered the final blow. But one heartbeat remained. Hidden. They tracked it through ash and blood to an ancient, lightning-split tree, its roots twisted into the earth like the hands of a cor…