The next morning, Andrei led Sabrina through the winding corridors of the pack's headquarters, guiding her towards the infirmary where Rosey, the healer, worked tirelessly to tend to the injured and ailing werewolves.As they entered the infirmary, the scent of medicinal herbs filled the air, mingling with the subdued sounds of soft moans and murmurs of pain. Rosey, a gentle-looking woman with a nurturing aura, was busy attending to a wounded werewolf, her hands moving with practiced precision.Andrei approached Rosey, his presence commanding attention. "Rosey, I've brought Sabrina to meet you. She is our new Luna and it's important for her to understand the crucial role you play in our pack."Rosey turned towards them, a warm smile lighting up her tired eyes. "Ah, Luna Sabrina, welcome. It's an honor to have you here. Please, come closer."Sabrina took hesitant steps towards Rosey, her eyes scanning the infirmary, taking in the wounded werewolves lying in the cots, their pain
Sabrina's first day as the Luna of the pack had arrived, and she found herself standing amidst the bustling activity of the farm. The female Delta and Ceta werewolves, who had been assigned to assist her, stood by her side, ready to offer guidance and support. As Sabrina surveyed the vast expanse of the farm, she couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelm. The responsibilities of managing the pack's sustenance and ensuring the well-being of their livestock and crops seemed daunting. The pack relied on the farm for their sustenance, and now it was her duty to oversee its operations.The female werewolves, sensing Sabrina's apprehension, offered reassuring smiles and encouraging words. They understood the weight of the task at hand and were there to guide her through the intricacies of farm management. They shared their knowledge, passing down the wisdom that had been accumulated over generations.With their guidance, Sabrina began to immerse herself in the day-to-day tasks of the
As the full moon loomed overhead, anticipation filled the air within the pack. It was a time of celebration and connection to their primal nature. Sabrina, adorned in a ceremonial robe, stood among the werewolves, witnessing the transformation that was about to take place.The pack members gathered around a large bonfire, their eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and hunger. Sabrina could feel the energy building, the raw power of the full moon coursing through their veins. It was a sight both mesmerizing and intimidating.With a collective howl that echoed through the night, the transformation began. One by one, the werewolves shed their human forms, their bodies morphing into magnificent creatures of fur and fang. The atmosphere pulsated with an electrifying energy as the pack embraced their true nature.Sabrina felt a mixture of fear and disgust as she witnessed the ferocious and savage manner in which the werewolves devoured their livestock. The sight was overwhelming, a
In the quiet depths of the forest, beneath the moonlit sky, the delta and Ceta werewolves gathered around in a tavern-esque community gathering hub. Their sleek fur glimmered in the soft glow of wall-torches, as they exchanged whispers and shared tales of the recent happenings in their pack."Did you hear the news?" Louis, a sturdy white-furred ceta werewolf, asked with a raised eyebrow. "Andrei, our alpha, has actually married a Crimson Witch." Said Louis as he is downing on a meat rations and mead that is previously distributed by Moira.“Crimson Witch? The one who destroyed our past generations? There’s no way, she is already dead, remember?” Replied Robert, a fellow Ceta who is in the same hierarchy as Louis.Louis shrugged, his voice carrying a mix of fascination and skepticism. "Sure you are, but I heard a rumor that Sabrina is the reincarnation of the Crimson Witch. I don’t know if that’s true, since Sabrina doesn’t look like she had any powers nor any ulterior motives” Louis c
Lucas's anger and poise became focused on Felix, a gray-werewolf who held a position in the Delta ranks. Despite his influence and attempts to forge connections with the Beta, Heimzel, Felix's motivations always seemed self-serving. This lack of loyalty and genuine dedication to the tribe disgusted Lucas, whose own ideals and ethics clashed vehemently with Felix's opportunistic ways. The fury in Lucas's eyes burned like an inferno as he confronted Felix. His voice seethed with intensified anger, demanding answers. "What do you know about these rumors? Was it you who spread them?" The accusatory tone pierced the air, cutting through any semblance of composure. Felix, appearing outwardly calm, feigned innocence in his response. "Who? Me? Of course not. Why would I spread such a malicious lie among my own kin?" His voice carried a hint of mockery, further fueling Lucas's rage. "Don't lie!" Lucas's voice cracked with barely restrained fury. "
In the medic bay where Sabrina Is sleeping soundly after the previous incident, she is accompanied by Rosey that also tend to her along with Andrei. Rosey is checking on Sabrina’s condition, as she places her hand that is radiating with screening magic to fully check her body, soul, and even her mind. She moves her hand from the top of her head all the way to the tips of her feet.Andrei's voice trembled with concern as he asked, "Rosey, how is she? What's happening to Sabrina?"Rosey's brow furrowed as she concentrated on her examination. "Physically, she seems unharmed," she replied, her voice laced with uncertainty. "But I don’t know why she fell unconscious.” Rosey then clasped her hands together. “Sacred Blessing” She chants a magic that briefly places a veil of light atop of the laying Sabrina. “For now, I have given her a recovery magic to recuperate her stamina, she might be sleeping out of exhaustion, considering how busy she was lately.”“But still, I still can’t under
Andrei's gaze remained fixed on the map, his mind contemplating the potential risks and rewards of Moira's suggestion. The idea of recruiting rogue werewolves and minor packs to bolster their numbers was intriguing, but it carried its own set of challenges. "And what guarantees do we have that these rogue werewolves and minor packs will be willing to join us?" Andrei asked, his voice tinged with caution. "We cannot simply assume that they will readily abandon their current lives and align with our cause." "You're right, Andrei. It won't be an easy task, and there are no guarantees. But these werewolves, living in solitude or hiding in small packs, yearn for a sense of unity and purpose. With the strength we possess, the promise of reclaiming our homeland, and the opportunity to be part of a larger, united tribe, many may find it hard to resist." Andrei pondered Moira's words, understanding the potential allure of their offer to those who
Andrei stood outside the infirmary bay, his heart pounding with trepidation. The sterile corridors of the medical facility felt suffocating as he anxiously awaited news about Sabrina, his beloved Luna. The recent revelation of her impending departure had shaken him to his core. He couldn't fathom a life without her by his side, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily upon him.As he leaned against the cold, hard wall, Andrei's mind raced with questions. Moira's enigmatic words echoed in his thoughts, like a riddle waiting to be solved. What did she mean by calling the crimson witch would be gone from his future? Would it also mean the disappearance of Sabrina? It was a peculiar choice of words that tugged at his curiosity and stirred a mixture of fear and fascination within him. Moira, the ancient seer with her mystic powers, rarely spoke such thing without purpose, and her premonitions are more often happened in his lifetime of knowing her.Lost in his contemplation, Andrei