“Lord Shane! Lord Shane!” a dark-haired guy came shouting at a tall and serious man that was contemplating the moon through the window, with the hands on his pockets.
They were inside of an old and abandoned warehouse outside of the city, where their pack lived.
Lord Shane was their leader and they were a band of rogue wolves that thought they were better and stronger than most of the other wolves. They didn’t care about any rules and always did what they wanted.
Shane was a young man with blonde hair, green eyes and a face full of scars. His presence was terrifying and it was almost like the place got colder every time he arrived.
They always liked to terrorize and put up a fight with other packs at the city for no reason.
“Why are you shouting? Didn’t I tell you that I hate when you
