Third Person While Xander was fighting the rogue leader, on the eastern edge of the Red Moon Pack's territory, Limuel stood guard with a committed group of warriors by his side. The lush canopy of the forest overhead whispered with the rustle of leaves, creating a deceptive calm that belied the imp
On the southern border, Jack led a contingent of determined warriors against the relentless tide of rogue invaders. The air crackled with tension as snarls and clashes echoed through the dense woods. The moon's glow barely penetrated the thick canopy, creating an ominous backdrop to the chaotic skir
Third Person The road back to the Red Moon Pack was fraught with tension for Chassy and Ethan. Uneasiness hung heavy in the air as they sped through the winding paths that led to their home. The anxious thoughts that were echoing in their minds drowned out the rumble of the car's engine. Xander's
Back in Xander’s fight, as he thought the rogue leader had retreated, a deceptive illusion of reprieve settled over the forest. Xander, catching his breath, watched the figure diminish in the distance. The simultaneous urgency in Jack and Limuel's minds, however, shattered the calm and revealed an u
Chassy My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the battlefield unfold before my eyes. The clash of fangs and claws painted a chaotic tableau, yet my focus zeroed in on Xander, leading our pack with unwavering strength. Ethan, standing beside me, shared the intensity of the moment. Little did we k
I steadied him, our eyes locked in silent communion. Together, we stood, Alpha and Luna, confronting the wounds—both seen and unseen—that marked the path we walked. I held him in my arms and felt his head on my shoulder. I wanted to cry and howl to my heart's content as I started to hear his fading
Chassy The hospital corridors blurred into a surreal haze as I rushed through them, cradling Xander's lifeless form in my arms. Ethan followed close behind, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Every step felt like an eternity, the weight of loss pressing down upon us like an insurmountable burd
"Chastity," he began, his voice a low cadence that reverberated in the quiet room. "There are ways to bring him back. Not through the conventional means of our kind, but through ancient rituals and the convergence of supernatural energies." I looked at him, caught between the tendrils of grief and