Moon's Tears Importance

The Blood Claws Pack came like a storm's sharp wind—swift and deadly. The wolves' thundering paws we're like the beating war drums of ancient times.

The moon was at its peak, the Crescent Pack had rested early aside from the newly shifted wolves who still lurked around the central part of the town.

Many had retired early, too tired from the drills that the alpha had instilled for every capable wolf of the area—as if they were being prepared for an incoming war. Deep in the night, when they had barely entered their Dreamland, the sudden onslaught of a thick scent of blood wafted even to the confines of their rooms.

It was the males first who noticed it. They immediately tugged their families awake, shouting at them in a frenzy to stay together and never lose sight of one another.

Together, the males went straight to the direction where the scent of the blood was thickest—the surrounding borders facing the formidable and deadly Blood Claws Pack.

The newly arrived males watched in horro