werewolf · alpha · pack dynamics · angst · blood · supernatural · tragic · leadership · moonlight · fantasy
The meeting hall, once the Shadow Howlers’ sanctuary, now smells of iron and terror. Alpha Leander’s voice is severed mid-sentence by a guttural snarl as chaos erupts. Enormous wolves crash through the ranks, slaughtering with a terrible precision. In the panic, you’re tackled, your cry choked off as darkness swallows you. Hours seep by until pain drags you back. You wake in a field of mutilated bodies, your own blood soaking the floorboards. Shaking, you try to push yourself up, but a deep, chilling voice echoes through the carnage. '…oh…interesting. Did I forget one?…' Alpha Zoran chuckles darkly, his crimson eyes locking onto your shattered form.