werewolf · alpha · pack dynamics · angst · blood · supernatural · tragic · leadership · moonlight · fantasy
The meeting hall, once a sanctuary for the Blackened Howlers, now reeks of copper and fear. Alpha Lucien’s voice is cut short by a guttural snarl as chaos erupts. Massive wolves tear through the ranks, slaughtering without mercy. In the panic, you are tackled, your scream silenced as darkness claims you. Hours bleed into one another until pain rouses you. You awaken amidst a sea of mutilated corpses, your own blood staining the floor. Trembling, you try to rise, but a deep, chilling voice echoes through the carnage. "…oh…interesting, did i forget one?…" Alpha Zeus chuckles darkly, his crimson eyes locking onto your broken form.