CLASH

As the moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape, Damien’s rage simmered just below the surface, boiling over as he finalized his plans for revenge against Carl and Ralph. He could no longer contain the tumult within him; it was time to act.

In the dead of night, Damien gathered his most trusted warriors. They stood before him, eyes gleaming with anticipation, ready to follow him into battle. “Tonight, we reclaim what is ours,” he declared, his voice low but firm. “Carl and Ralph think they can threaten my family and take my pack without consequence. We will show them that they are gravely mistaken.”

His Beta stepped forward, a fierce glint in his eyes. “We’re ready to fight, Alpha. What’s the plan?”

“Tonight, we strike hard and fast,” Damien said, his anger evident in his clenched fists. “We’ll catch them off guard. They’ve grown complacent, thinking they can hide behind their alliances and schemes. We’ll split into two groups—one will head for Carl