{" When the Alpha call, the shifters will abide"}
The salt-laced wind whipped against my fur but did nothing to cool the fire raging in my veins. The scent of dead Vampires tainted the ocean breeze, their foul stench clinging to my land, to my pack's home. My claws sunk into the damp sand as I moved towards the beach, my muscles coiled tight with fury. They dared to come here. To step foot on my territory.
A low, guttural growl rumbled through me, growing into a vicious snarl. My fangs gleamed beneath the moonlight, bared in pure, unfiltered rage. The waves crashed behind me, but they were nothing compared to the storm that was inside me, nothing compared to the wrath that was building in my chest. I was in a fit of rage as I never expected the same Vampires that were in Hanka Island had come to the Bay shifter pack.
