They warned you about the curse, didn’t they? The one that strikes under a full moon, turning ordinary souls into creatures with teeth sharp enough to shred excuses, doubt, and anything else standing in their way.
This isn’t just a shirt — it’s a call to the wild parts of yourself you’ve been told to cage. The growl that says “No, I won’t sit down. No, I won’t play nice. No, I won’t wait my turn.”
Slip it on and you’re no longer bound by daylight rules. You’re the midnight prowler, the unchained rebel, the oddball who doesn’t apologise for being too much, too loud, too alive.
Because here’s the truth: the world doesn’t need another sheep. It needs the wolf.
🩸 Fear less. Slay more. Howl always.
* 100% cotton
* Fabric weight: 5.0–5.3 oz/yd² (170–180 g/m²)
* Pre-shrunk jersey knit
* Open-end yarn
* Tubular construction
* Taped neck and shoulders
* Double seam at sleeves and bottom hem
They warned you about the curse, didn’t they? The one that strikes under a full moon, turning ordinary souls into creatures with teeth sharp enough to shred excuses, doubt, and anything else standing in their way.
This isn’t just a shirt — it’s a call to the wild parts of yourself you’ve been told to cage. The growl that says “No, I won’t sit down. No, I won’t play nice. No, I won’t wait my turn.”
Slip it on and you’re no longer bound by daylight rules. You’re the midnight prowler, the unchained rebel, the oddball who doesn’t apologise for being too much, too loud, too alive.
Because here’s the truth: the world doesn’t need another sheep. It needs the wolf.
🩸 Fear less. Slay more. Howl always.
* 100% cotton
* Fabric weight: 5.0–5.3 oz/yd² (170–180 g/m²)
* Pre-shrunk jersey knit
* Open-end yarn
* Tubular construction
* Taped neck and shoulders
* Double seam at sleeves and bottom hem
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