The sound that swept through Red Creek Academy and dispersed for almost a mile was something none of the younger werewolves present had ever heard and something the older ones wished they never heard again.
It was a sound that resonated in times of war. A sound that came from a time when werewolves shed the blood of their enemies instead of engaging in parleys. A sound that echoed in the greatest bloodbath their kind had ever seen.
Glen's growl made the air vibrate. It shook the buildings' walls around them as well as the ground under their feet. Inside, students, teachers, employees all were affected by the warning cried out by Bloodhood's future alpha. Everyone instinctively understood the message and the threat behind it.
