A Competition.

You sniffed the air, you could smell a whole building of mortals not far away, you weren't about to let this beast fuck you. "There's a bunch of mortals nearby. You and me, we'll compete, the one who gets the most new packmates wins and gets to lead the pack."

"Fine," your enemy growled as he turned his attention towards the building and barked orders at his bitches. "Hunt to your heart's intent! The city is ours! But this building is mine."

They howled and ran off into the city, they would hunt well tonight, but their Alphas had to settle this. You dug your claws into the ground and the two of you ran into the building. The smell of mortal souls filled your nostrils, your thoughts full of making new Hellhounds for your master Cerberus.

You snapped at the male and then ran up the stairs to the second floor. He would take the first, but you knew there were more mortals higher up. You sniffed the air, smelling a woman in one room, a group of men in another, and others.

You salivated, it was time to HUNT.