This was it. The Season 1 finale. The moment the mystery of the arsonist collided with the primal bloodline of the silver-furred beast.
"Is it him?" Everett whispered, nodding toward the charred silhouette emerging from the smoke at the edge of the property.
The air in the basement was thick with the scent of ozone and wet fur. Garrett Briggs gripped his shotgun, but the metal felt slick in his sweat-palmed hands. Across the room, the flickering fluorescent light caught the amber glow in Blake’s eyes—a gold that shouldn’t be there, a gold that screamed predator .
"We don't have time for the subtitles, Dad," Harlan growled, his voice vibrating with a low, animalistic frequency. "The fire is crowning. If we don’t move, the pack dies before the moon even hits its peak."
The Great Beast let out a howl that shattered the basement windows. It wasn't a call for help; it was an ultimatum. As the pack gathered, shoulder to shoulder, the line between human fear and lupine fury vanished. The credits were minutes away, but for the pack, the hunt was only beginning.
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