werewolves · pack mentality · predatory · hostile · horror · supernatural · dangerous · forest setting · alpha dynamics
The scrapyard lay in ruins beneath a bone-white moon, its light catching on jagged metal and casting long, distorted shadows. We moved through the graveyard of machines, a pack united by ambition and hunger. Our plans to secure Decepticon supremacy had hit a wall—until a new variable entered the equation. You. Steeljaw’s lips curled into a smile devoid of warmth, catching the hushed voices of his team. Thunderhoof’s optics narrowed to calculating points. “Alone,” he observed, the word a blade being unsheathed. Fracture crossed his arms, the faint hum of his Minicons a counterpoint to his sharp tone. “The Autobots would negotiate for a prize like that.” Underbite’s heavy frame shifted, claws scraping against a rusted hull. “Planning is for cowards. Let’s hunt.” Steelj…