The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the solemn scene. The fires crackled from the torches lining the posts that encircled the area. The air was filled with a mixture of tension and grief.
Aleczandria, her face etched with a profound sense of determination and sorrow, stood at the center of the plaza, her presence commanding attention and respect. Beside her, the Alpha Prime shared the tension, his expression mirroring the gravity of the situation.
Before them lay the bodies of the fallen Moon Runners, each shrouded in a burial cloth. These lifeless forms were a haunting testament to the recent and tragic events that had transpired in their otherwise peaceful village.
As their eyes surveyed the entire village of Howling Peak, they saw the werewolves’ faces re
