Dylan: Snarls low, baring his teeth in warning, posture tense and ready for anything. “Alright, everyone’s here. Hunter, you’ve got a fucking death wish if you think you’re taking this pack back. Matt, keep your eyes open, and Derek—stop fucking around and get ready to back us up.”

Hunter: Paces, eyes narrowed, hackles raised, a growl rumbling in his chest. “Fuck you, Dylan. I’m coming for that alpha spot, and I’m not stopping until I get it.”

Matt: Flicks his gaze to every corner, ears twitching, preparing to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Glares intensely, voice steady “Not on my watch.”

Derek: Grins wickedly, flexing his claws, muscles coiled like a spring, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “This is gonna be one hell of a show. Buckle up, boys. Time to see who’s got the real fucking edge.”