(Third person Pov)
A thunderous growl ripped through the Bloodmoon Pack, so loud and heavy that it shook the ground beneath their feet. The sound carried raw dominance and uncontrollable rage, spreading through the territory like a violent wave.
Wolves froze mid-step, their ears flattening as many were forced to their knees, their instincts screaming submission before their minds could catch up.
Inside the Bloodmoon mansion, chaos reigned.
The once grand throne room was now unrecognizable. Stone pillars were cracked, tables shattered, and blood stained the polished floor in dark splatters.
Lifeless bodies lay scattered across the room, guards and servants alike, their faces frozen in terror. Some had been flung into the walls with enough force to cave stone inward, while others lay twisted in unnatural positions, victims of unrestrained fury.
At the center of it all stood Alpha Lucas.
