Nathan
In that charged moment, the clearing erupted into a frenzied dance of fur, teeth, and rage.
The howls and growls of my men clashed with those of Ryan’s, forming an eerie and gut-wrenching symphony. Through my wolf's eyes, everything was painted in heightened colors and sharp contrasts.
Each scent, every movement, felt accentuated.
The moment Ryan and I locked eyes, it was clear that this wasn’t just any fight; it was deeply personal. We circled each other, our growls echoing with decades of pack rivalry, betrayal, and anger. The world around us seemed to blur as our focus narrowed to just the two of us.
“You should’ve just given him up, Nathan,” Ryan snarled, launching himself at me with a swift move. His form, larger and more muscular, was intimidating, but
