Fangs and Canines

The sound of footsteps echo throughout the hallway as Mark fischbach, The soon to be alpha of alphas, by blood, walks down the hallways of AOSN(Academy Of Super Naturals) with his group of werewolves. As they walk, the male let his eyes land on a group of punk looking teens ahead. Growling softly as his eyes turn a bright vibrant red, matching his hair and the plaid flannel he wore. He shot the group a glare as a boy with bight green hair turns to look at him.

His eyes flare up in a vibrant green as the groups of hounds walk by. A low growl admits from his throat as he smirks, flashing off his blood draining fangs. Sean McLoughlin. Mark tried to contain himself from snapping a the foul creature. Hissing as he clenched his jaw and spoke.

"Fucking leeches" he shot, knowing perfectly well the vampires could hear him. Sean immediately turned on his heals, glaring at the pack of wolves.

"Where's your collar and leash? dog." He spat back with a hiss, parting his lips to show off his fangs. The wolf turned back, his face contorted into a snarl.

"Go for a tan, McLoughlin." He said, as if spiting poison. Jack hissed and balled his fist, before flexing his hand showing off his sharp, claw like nails. The werewolves laugh at marks cocky remark. The vampire growled.

"Cry over your father some more, Fischbach." He spat with venom. Marks eyes turned to slits as he roars, lunging for the McLoughlin, his friends holding him back from absolutely tearing the vamp apart.

"Atleast he loved me! Unlike your parents" he snarls. Sean let out a yell of rage and lunged forwards as well. His friends mirroring the werewolves actions and held him back.

The McLoughlin's and the Fischbach's. Two rival families of Werewolf and Vampire. Forever to be in a constant circle of hatred. That is, until, Mark Fischbach imprints on prince Sean of the McLoughlin family.