The Moon cast its silvery light on the red moon pack members, the eyes on the makeshift podium as they waited for the arrival of their alpha.
The cold evening was tense with anticipation, it's been days since the attack but the scars were far from healing.
Alpha Cole had returned to his pack, the urgency was known, the pack needed to unite now more than ever. It was clear no divided pack could ever win a battle and Lucas had not only weakened them but he had shown them just how flawed they were.
If they needed a chance to survive then the two packs must become one for the safety of their future.
The crowd rose to their feet as the alpha and his family climbed the stage. The pack ground was quiet, the only sound heard was that of their breathing.
"Greetings red moons" Alpha Ballar
