#cris strongarm

[mosneakers]

Brick: Ayyy-- [Sing-songy tune] Shit's. gettin'. lit. in the underground tun-nels. It's a damn vibe! Smells like U P D O G in here...

No one:

Brick: [Still dancing] ...but forreal tho, someone get a new perfume or somethin'? What's that smell? It's... It's really uh...

Brick: Uhhhh

Rebel: ...Familiar?

Brick: Hold up... I'm gettin' dizzy....

Rebel: Let's not drag this out. The anticipation is killing me!

Brick: ???!

Baby Mama Sawyer: Hey Brick.

[mosneakers]

Lou: Guys, over here! I think I found something...

Diego: … Ew is that a hidden door? Way out here?

Bianka: In the middle of the woods? Bad idea. Lou: You got anything better? Because right now, it’s this or nothing.

Cyril: He's right. Let's go.

The rest of group hesitated but fell in line, trailing Lou as he pried open the door. Together they descended a steep set of cold cement steps, spilling into a cramped, boxed-in chamber, where they clustered around a locked metal grate built into the floor.

Lou: Brick?

Brick: DON'T go near that metal thing — it's a trap, my guy. Greg's trap. It's built like a tank. We're stuck down here. Lou: Is everyone ok? Brick: Yeah, we're chill, we just— Rebel: Shh! Quiet... He's coming back...

[mosneakers]

With spring blooming in Moonwood Mill, Brick’s plan for the Wildfangs to train the new initiates kicks into full gear. And while the alpha life keeps him busy, he makes sure to check in to oversee their progress when he can— between his construction job and romantic pursuits.

Brick continues displaying his leadership with reckless abandon, inviting a smaller, fringe wolf pack to merge with the Wildfangs. And just like that— the pack's size increases by 4 new members. This bold decision causes the rest of the Wildfangs to question if Brick really knows what he's doing, or if he's just winging it.

Introducing:

Summit Sauvage

Olyssa Valderas

Kenzy Mune

Cris Strongarm