Cry for the Moon

19th August Screams filled the air, there was no relief for anyone within the pack. The smell of blood tainted the noses of anyone near, as growls and yelling spread from the pack house. The whole pack felt it. Pain. Fear. Excitement. Tonight was the night, they were coming and nothing would be able to stop them. Silence. An eerie moment of silence as the dark clouds parted and the black moon shone down upon the packhouse, lighting up Alpha Cronos’ room. The moon shone so brightly, it lit up every corner of the room and peace was felt for merely a second. Every person is that room froze, waiting for a sound, just one little sound. A breath, a cough or even a scream was all they needed. Multiple pairs of eyes stared and waited, praying to the skies, for movement and sound. *Wwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh* *Wwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh* Relief! Finally, all was good. The whole pack took a breath of relief as the sense of fear and pain slowly ebbed away. Joy and serenity instead pumped through their bodies, assuring them that all was well. Alpha Cronos and Luna Hera has everything under control, the future of the pack was reassured. What none of the pack realised, was that as the events of this night were to be soon unfurled, more fear would be felt. With uncertainty for the future of the pack, would they survive what was to come? The question of power and lineage, age and experience, would need to be answered. Who would take the role of Alpha now. Accalia or Apollo.