Third Person pov :
The Western Mountains had always been considered mysterious and dangerous, but tonight, the mountains were not the true threat. The real danger was the six figures hurtling toward the peaks faster than the howling wind.
The storm was still raging. The freezing rain fell from the pitch-black clouds like piercing arrows, but Aria, the three Alpha Kings, Marcus, and Ethan did not slow down. They moved in absolute, terrifying silence. There was no chatter on the pack-link, no battle cries. Their minds were entirely consumed by a singular, blinding need to spill blood.
A few hours before dawn, they reached the 'Black Waterfall'.
The location earned its name from the dark, jagged rocks that made the cascading water look like liquid obsidian in the night. Hidden behind the
