Chapter 85

As Ethan stood in the poorly lit alley, his heart was pounding. The smell of rain and the feeling of excitement filled the air. He got a message that was hard to understand, telling him that something big was about to happen in the middle of the city. Amelia stood next to him with her fingers wrapped around the handle of a silver knife. Her eyes were shining with purpose.

"They said this is where it's happening," Ethan whispered, his sharp werewolf senses alert to every sound and movement in the dark.

Amelia nodded, and her eyes didn't move. "Whatever it is, we can't let it hurt people or our pack."

Just as they were about to move forward, a group of people came out of the shadows. They were dressed in black, and masks covered their faces. Ethan's muscles tense up, and Amelia tightens her grip on the knife.

"Whose are you?" Ethan asked in a low, scary voice.

The person in front stepped forward, and behind their mask, only a pair of cold, calculating eyes could be seen. "We're the Moon