The clearing was bathed in the pale unearthly glow of the full moon its silver light casting long shadows across the battlefield. Adam stood at the forefront his towering frame tense but composed his golden eyes glinting with predatory focus. Behind him Jerek and the remaining loyal pack members waited their breaths shallow their muscles coiled like springs. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air from earlier skirmishes mixing with the earthy aroma of the forest.
Across the field Axel emerged from the shadows flanked by his own werewolves each of them radiating menace. His smug smile only deepened the tension. “You’ve fought well Adam” Axel said his tone mocking. “But every king’s reign must end. Tonight this forest will be your grave.”
Adam’s gaze didn’t waver. His voice
