Above ground, the night seethed under a scarlet sky. The Crimson Eclipse swelled to a feverish apex, streaks of crimson lightning tearing across the cloud-wreathed heavens. The moon’s distorted glow bathed the world in a nightmarish hue. Wolves across every territory—once bound by fragile alliances—were either driven to berserk fury or cowered in primal terror. The old prophecies spoke of the Blood Moon’s return, but few imagined it would come this violently.
All around the entrance to the catacombs, a sprawling battlefield took shape. Factions from distant packs who arrived too late to stop the chaos had formed a desperate perimeter. Torches lay scattered in the mud, their flames guttering in the eclipse’s wind, while the stench of iron tang and torn flesh saturated the air.
“All forces
