At this point it was already a well known fact that the Bloodfang Pack did not throw parties.
They unleashed chaos!
So tonight was going to be another fucking spectacle.
The Bloodfangs' grand royal party kicked off with the kind of energy that made even the moon lean in closer for a better look. The packhouse was lit up like a bonfire on steroids…torches blazing…music thumping.
From the moment the double obsidian gates creaked open…."THIS IS NOT A PARTY!" someone howled from the east tower.
"Make no mistake, it's a BLOODFANG BAPTISM CEREMONY!" another voice yelled, half drunk already!
The first to arrive, were the Desertclaw pack.They arrived in sleek black SUVs, stepping out like runway models dressed in obsidian silks and weapons disguised as jewelry.
Next, came the Stormfangs. One of them jumped off the back of a bike, tossed his helmet, and bellowed, "WHERE THE WOMEN AT?!"
They were immediately greeted by Bloodfang's… welcoming committee.
