*Starblood pack — Outer Watchtowers, Midnight*
The wind swept across the eastern cliffs, carrying with it chills. The full moon, peeked behind racing clouds, casting its silver light over the ridge below.
Two guards stood on the highest stone watchtower. One was young, eyes darting nervously. The other, older and scarred, stood stiff and still, spear gripped tightly in calloused hands.
Then, silence.
No rustling leaves. No owls cry. No night insects in sight.
“Do you feel something is wrong?” the younger asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The elder didn't answer at first. Then he slowly nodded. “Too quiet.”
Then a shape emerged from the shadows. Not running, not charging. Just walking like it had all the time in the world.
A massive white-eyed wolf, covered in frost.
Then another
