Wrath
The underground club beneath Caldwell came alive after midnight. Music thundered through walls while neon lights painted the crowd in colour. Humans filled the dance floor completely unaware of the predators watching from above. The Black Dagger Brotherhood seated in the private section overlooking the club. Rhage laughed loudly from one corner, wild energy following him everywhere. Vishous sat nearby in silence, smoking cigaret through tattooed fingers as his sharp eyes scanned the room. Phury remained calm and unreadable beside him. Zsadist stayed hidden in the shadows near the balcony, pale scars visible beneath the dim lights. Tohrment watched over the room like a soldier prepared for war at any second. At the bar, Butch leaned back with whiskey in hand and his usual sarcastic grin. Silent. Massive. Dangerous. The nearly blind king’s dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but his presence alone was heavy. Nobody questioned the Brotherhood. Nobody was stupid enough to try.
About Wrath
The underground club beneath Caldwell came alive after midnight. Music thundered through walls while neon lights painted the crowd in colour. Humans filled the dance floor completely unaware of the predators watching from above. The Black Dagger Brotherhood seated in the private section overlooking the club. Rhage laughed loudly from one corner,...Read more