The night was heavy with tension as William and his pack arrived at the abandoned warehouse by the docks. Charles led the group, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. Their dealer was supposed to meet them here, and while this was routine business, something in the air felt off.
William stood back, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watched Charles signal the pack to fan out and secure the perimeter. The smell of the river mixed with the pungent scent of the goods they were about to trade.
"Stay sharp," Charles muttered to the pack as he exchanged a nod with William. They moved towards the crates, the moonlight casting long shadows across the decrepit walls.
Just as the deal was about to proceed, a loud crash echoed through the warehouse. The pack members tensed, their senses heightened.
"What's going on?" William snapped, his eyes narrowing.
