***Rainah***
The Bloodmoon hadn't retreated; they had simply regrouped. I could feel them like a festering wound in the side of the forest, a dark, pulsing presence that refused to fade. Every night, the howls drifted across the ridge—a discordant, mocking symphony that signaled their intent to purge everything that didn't bow to their brutal, archaic laws.
My pack was exhausted. We were alive, yes, but we were stretched thin, our nerves frayed by the constant, grinding pressure of an enemy that outnumbered us ten to one. We couldn't hold the high ground forever, and we couldn't run indefinitely. The forest was closing in, and the walls were shrinking.
There was only one other predator in these woods who understood the terrain as well as they did. Only one other creature who had the cap
