(Mature Content)
The dying sun bled crimson over Devon Manor, casting an ethereal glow on the scene of carnage. The air vibrated with the primal symphony of battle – growls, snarls, and the sickening thuds of bone meeting bone. Werewolves, their fur glistening with moonlight and blood, surged through the shattered windows, a tide of fangs and fury answering the call.
Ethan, the catalyst, stood at the epicenter. His wolf form was a whirlwind of power and vengeance. With every savage rip and tear, a chorus of approval rose from the pack. Each mighty howl resonated with a primal authority, earning him the respect and obedience of the newly arrived werewolves.
Together, they were an unstoppable force. The vampires, caught off guard and overwhelmed, fell one by one. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, a grim testament to the night's savagery.
