The Crimson Eclipse loomed like a bleeding wound in the sky, its red glow staining the clouds overhead. Wolves across the realm felt the surge of primal power thrumming through their veins—some quivered with exhilaration, others with fear. The nights had become a disorienting haze of tension, each day overshadowed by the knowledge that a final reckoning approached.
Within Stormborn’s walls, chaos reigned. Packs loyal to Layla and Ronan still mustered in the courtyard—anxious warriors shoring up defenses, uncertain whether they faced a siege from rogues, abominations, or their own unstoppable doom. The unpredictable surge of werewolf instincts made the littlest scuffle risk erupting into vicious brawls. Distrust flared in every corner.
“Hard to believe we were ever at peace,” Layla murmur
