NARRATED

The silver full moon shone brightly in the sky, and that could only mean one thing—The long awaited war had arrived.

Whoever was on the battlefield could also feel the thick, choking tension in the air, and the copper scent of blood even before a single drop had been spilled.

The blueish-green field was wide, its grassy plain already scratched with claw marks and footprints from both packs preparing for battle. The swollen moon, casted its silver light that turned the wolves’ ...