The full moon is few days away, and the bloodmoon pack are in an intensive training as the attack on the silvermoon pack is near.
Dante sat down on his throne, exuding an aura of power and authority. However, his demeanor suddenly changed as a putrid scent filled the room, signaling the presence of a dark spirit. His expression turned dark and foreboding, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the malevolent energy.
A growl rumbled in his chest, his wolf ready to emerge and defend its territory. Dante's expression turned fierce, his eyes flashing with a warning. The air around him seemed to vibrate with tension as he prepared to confront the intruder.
Just then, the door burst open, and a tall, statuesque woman strode in. She was dressed in all black, her attire flowing and dramatic. Her beaut
