The night was cold, but the fire they built under the bare trees crackled hot, spitting sparks into the air.
Their laughter was hoarse, tired, but triumphant.
Another raid.
Another day alive.
One of them, the youngest, leaned back against a log, licking blood from his claws.
“Easiest haul yet. Those weaklings never saw us coming.”
The others chuckled, trading bites of stolen meat, drinking from a flask that smelled of rot.
"Did you see the faces of them! As if we were gods!"
The youngest laughed
"Omegas are so weak it's tragic! So easy to crush"
He turned toward their leader.
"So, where to next?"
The leader with Crimson hair and sharp teeth smiled a devilish smile.
"I got word that there's an Omega Alpha out there not too far away. Let's see how much fun that'll be"
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