Brian’s POV
The night was quiet and still. The usual sounds of crickets and frogs were absent, leaving only the rhythmic thumping of the deer's heart echoing through my sensitive ears. As we crouched beneath the leaves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
I am Brian, the leader of the Mafians Wolf Pack, a group of rogues I created for one purpose: revenge. Most of my packmates were abandoned by their former packs, turning rogue because they no longer belonged. We seek justice, to be recognized as wolves, not as abominations.
"Alpha, should we proceed?" Garreth, my brother-in-arms and Beta, asked through the mind link.
I focused on the group of deer grazing unaware of the doom about to befall them. Flanked by my warriors, hardened veterans I always hunt with, I counted down.
"Eve
