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
By the next morning, Andrei gathered the elders of the tribe to discuss the plans for their next move. Andrei still looked restless ever since the events of last night, while the rest of the werewolves showed signs of fatigue adorning their faces.“Andrei, are you alright?” asks Moira all of a sudden. “Forgive me, but it seems I shan’t have told you my dreams as it took quite an effect on you.”“I’m fine Moira. You were just doing your duties, and I thank you for that. I can manage myself from now on. We can proceed with our meeting.” Assures Andrei as he rubs his temple.Moira still looked melancholic looking at Andrei, but decided to take what Andrei just said and proceed to start the meeting. As always, the discussion is opened by Moira’s speech.“Attention. I thank you my fellow brethren for joining the meeting when your bodies are still weary from the sudden change of environment and the swift pace our pact has to thrive with. The reason why we are gathering here is to di
After the previous meeting, Andrei immediately went to work. He, alongside with Moira and Lucas discussed about their first agreed part of their plan to start making contact with the rogue werewolves as well as the refugees that are currently hiding in the town and living alongside with the humans. They gathered right after the previous meeting is already dismissed to let the other elders to take care of the other miniscule tasks.“Now we need to think about our strategy to make the first contact with the rogues. What do we know so far, Moira?” ask Lucas.“So far, only their estimated whereabouts. We know so little about their exact location, living situation, or even histories they had.”“That should be enough. We can send some of our watchers that have better sense of tracking to find their whereabouts.” Lucas spoke.Andrei sits while listening to the two of his loyal subordinates devise a plan to recruit the rogue werewolves. As he sits still and tries to keep up with their
As Lucas embraced his wolf form, his senses sharpened, and he set off with a purposeful stride. His keen sense of smell led him through the winding corridors and into the training grounds, where the sound of clashing weapons and the scent of sweat filled the air.There, amidst the flurry of training sessions, Lucas spotted Heimzel, his commanding presence evident as he oversaw the development of the Delta and Ceta squads. The determined warriors, their eyes filled with ambition, sparred with precision and agility under Heimzel's watchful gaze.Lucas approached, his wolf form exuding authority as he joined Heimzel's side. The seasoned leader acknowledged his presence with a nod, his focus unwavering as he continued instructing the squads.The Delta squad, with their muscular builds and fierce determination, practiced intricate combat techniques, their movements fluid and calculated. Heimzel's voice resonated across the training grounds, guiding them through the intricacies of bat