REBIRTH OF THE STORMWOLF
My eyes caught movement: two figures in wolf forms, slinking through the shadows, circling the brush where the rabbit hid.
They hadn't noticed me yet; my blood surged, both with anticipation and fury.
I lunged first. The rabbit bolted, but my jaws snapped faster, catching it in a single swift strike. Its body went limp, and I tossed it aside.
The rogues snarled in outrage, turning on with their teeth bared.
They attacked as one, snapping for my throat, but I was the alpha, and my strength wasn't just muscles; it was years of command, the weight of a bloodline built on dominance.
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