❝ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ?❞
For generations, the Blood Moon Pack and Grave Shadow Pack have been at war, the werewolves from each side bearing high tensions and malicious in...
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A young woman slinks into the shadows of the trees, a hooded shawl cloaking over her face in crimson shades. Beads of sweat trickle down from her forehead as her gaze darts back and forth, double checking the premise with laser precision. Tonight, the stars have already peeked through, emerging into the midnight sky with their luminous glow. As she navigates through the wintery woods, gliding through white tree trunks and the ongoing snowfall with fumbled haste, a stampede of wolves stalk after her, their growls and snarls materializing into an ominous cacophony.
The Grave Shadow Pack.
Known as one of the most powerful werewolf communities in existence, The Grave Shadow Pack has been hunting vampires feasting on their livestock for quite a while now. With relentless determination, they've been able to conquer all hurdles that come their way thus far.
Except for these pesky bloodsuckers, apparently.
And despite this woman's mousy image and petite frame, with her doe-like amber eyes and frizzy hazelnut curls, her guilty fangs are no exception.
Suddenly, Alpha Jax Sterling, the leader of the Grave Shadow Pack, stands before her in a blurred flash, a whirlwind of snowflakes crashing behind him.
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Since he'd just recently shifted out of his feral wolf form to his humanoid one, a pair of black wolf ears still sit on his head from the transformation, his wolf tail following suit. As a scowl darkens his pale face, his red eyes seethe with an unspoken fury. His comrades rush in soon after, crowding around their target in a similar fashion; they're on their legs now instead of their paws as they all shift into their humanoid forms. Their bones snap back into place, their bodies morphing from animal to man for a grotesque second.
"Eliza Jeralt," Jax addresses her, grim and stern, "you've been a real greedy bitch. From feasting on our meat supply to stealing our crops... If you weren't already an undead leech, you would've died at our hands by now."
Trembling under the weight of his glare, of all their glares, Eliza simply bares her fangs in a shaky smile, her lips wobbling, and hitches her arms up in a shrug. "Er, whoops? Sorry for being hungry? Food has been hard to find around this time of the year and there's not exactly a lot to go around. Surely, you must understand..."
