AUTHOR'S:
As the rogue wolves moved silently, their bodies low to the ground, their eyes glowing with hunger and bloodlust. They were a band of outcasts, feared by many, led by Garret, a ruthless alpha who thrived on violence and chaos.
The scent of fresh blood lingered in the air, already driving them wild with anticipation.
"Did you smell that? I've been craving blood for days," hissed one of the rogues, his eyes gleaming with a savage hunger.."
He licked his lips, his fingers twitching as though he could already feel the warm blood spilling over them.
Another rogue, growled low in his throat. "Let's go now. The blood's calling."
he grumbled, his sharp claws digging into the soft earth beneath them.
“I’ve been craving the taste of blood,” one of the rogues growled in a low voice,
