If one forgets what the night entails, the red moon is quite a spectacular sight. Gradually covers the moon of its yellowish grey entirety, and comes the new cerise. With it is a foreboding and unfortunate one of a prophecy, but no one can deny it’s beauty. High up above like a red queen, powerful, passionate, and wild.
But then again, none could ever forget the doom they were about to face. And in a presence of a great quandary, we get to choose between lesser of the two evils.
As for the werewolves, a howl chose for them.
Riven might not understand or decipher it like a language about the way werewolves communicate, but he knows, someone is calling out for them. Riven could see from afar the internal dilemma within the werewolves’ golden eyes, but when they shook their head lightly, a
