Chapter 77

The moon hung high in the night sky over the town of Maplewood, casting an eerie glow on the dense forest surrounding it. Hidden beneath the cover of darkness, a group of werewolves a quite older pack compared to Marcus’s pack, they stealthily moved through the underbrush, their senses heightened by their primal instincts. They had gathered for a clandestine meeting, driven by their concern and anger towards the younger pack led by Marcus, whose reckless behavior had garnered the attention of both supernatural and human circles far and wide.

Alpha Logan, a respected leader known for his wisdom and level-headedness, took the lead. His tired eyes reflected the weight of responsibility that rested upon him. He knew that something had to be done before the situation spiraled out of control, threatening the precarious balance between humans and werewolves. The killings on every full moon were unjustifiable, and they were causing a rift that could not be ignored any longer.