Winston's Pov
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the dense forest where my pack armies roamed. At the front of Jameson's pack, we found ourselves embroiled in a heated argument. An argument that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks, a disagreement that threatened to tear our pack apart.
"You've got to stop provoking the Vampires, Jameson," I implored, my voice low and urgent. "We can't afford to start a war with them."
Jameson, his sleek black fur glistening in the moonlight, turned to me with a defiant glint in his amber eyes. "And why, Winston, would you take their side? We're wolves, for crying out loud!"
I sighed, frustration gnawing at my patience. This conversation had become a broken record, playing on a loop with no resolution in
