Hours passed, leading into the night. The full moon had not lost its shape, round and glowing bright as it cast its brilliance onto the earth.
Somewhere in the eastern region, mystic creatures—werewolves—wandered far into the surrounding forests in their hunt for food.
Among the werewolves, distinct ones glowed, marking them as werewolf vampires. Together, they hunted down unfortunate animals, gathered them, and devoured the fresh meat as a pack.
Soon after they were done, Gillow, the alpha of the pack, with a glowing form and intense ruby eyes, began to sniff the air. The others sensed that he was smelling something and emulated him, but he was already advancing further into the bush. The pack followed him, and soon they discovered a retreating werewolf.
Gillow immediately led a pursu
