The Wulf family is infamous in the werewolf community. Their family: the origins of werewolves. They are more aggressive & beastly. More ruthless & blood thirsty. Feared among even their kind. "You are uncivilized, Alpha," he snarled, bearing his teeth at the Alpha, eyes blazing gold.
"I never laid a hand on that girl, Rogue," turning swiftly Rage gripped the Alpha's neck, his claws drawing blood where they pierced the skin.
"Yet you allowed someone to," nearly nose to nose he stared into the mans eyes. The Alpha's jaw tightened and nostrils flared.
"Danny said he claimed to be one of the Wulf's," one of the men whispered, causing Rage to smile.
"Not claimed," his eyes slid to to young man, his dark hair making his skin look paler then it already was, "I am," the look of fear in the Alpha's eyes brought a wicked pleasure to Rage as he looked down at him.
"Your nothing but a Rogue," the blonde growled, lunging from the left. Claws dug into flesh as the boy gripped onto Rage's arm, pulling in an attempt to remove his arm from his Alpha.
Reaching with his other arm Rage growled, ripping the boy's arms from his. Warm blood dripped from the marks, bringing with it a sting that Rage barely felt. Red edged his vision as he looked glared at the boy. His grip tightening on the Alpha as he snarled, like the beast he was...
