The night was alive with the sounds of the Blood Moon Pack as they settled in for the evening. The air was cool and crisp. Suddenly, a loud howl echoed through the woods, causing the wolves to jump to attention. It was the signal for an attack—another one.
A pack of ferocious rogues descended upon the Blood Moon Pack’s territory in a split second. They moved with nervous feral energy, their eyes aglow with a fiery red that seemed to pierce the darkness. They were like rabid animals, with saliva dripping from their jaws and claws extended, ready to attack.
The Blood Moon Pack had never seen such a violent rogue attack before. It came without warning, catching them off guard. The pack members fought back with all their might, but they were struggling to keep up with the force of the attack
