Ferry vampires

The scent of copper hung heavy in the air, a metallic tang that tickled the back of the throat and spoke of recent violence. Four figures stood silhouetted against the deepening gloom, their forms shifting with a predatory grace. They were a study in raw power, each with the faint sheen of fresh blood adorning their muzzles and clothes.

"Do you think we scared them, Jax?" The question was a low growl from Rook, the lean, wolf-like figure on the left, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Jax, shorter but with a dangerous glint in his eyes, gave a dismissive shrug. "Of course. Who wouldn't honestly. She watched us devour them friends. Tragic, really." A pause, then a hungry edge crept into his tone. "So can I eat her now?"

All eyes turned to the dominant figure in the center, broad-shouldered and undeniably powerful, a dark vest contrasting with his muscular frame. This was Kael. He surveyed the scene, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "No," he rumbled, the word vibrating with authority. "I have plans for them."

From the right, another wolf-like figure, Lyra, her expression a mix of eagerness and anticipation, interjected, "Can I at least get one bite before we take them to-go then?"

Kael's grin widened, a chilling promise in his eyes. "That's if that one bite won't kill them"