Chapter 48

The battleground lay before them, a vast expanse of turmoil and chaos. The clash of fangs, the thunderous roars, and the pained cries of warriors echoed through the air. It was a fight for the ages, where the fate of the dark moon's pack and the white moon's pack would be decided.

Tigreal stood tall and proud at the forefront of his pack, his eyes blazing with determination. He raised his head high, rallying his comrades with a powerful howl that cut through the cacophony of battle.

"Wolves of the White Moon's pack!" Tigreal's voice resonated. "Today, we stand united against the forces of darkness. Let the moonlight guide our claws, and let our spirits burn with the fire of justice. We fight not only for our survival but for the hope of a brighter future!"

His words stirred the hearts of his pack, filling them with renewed resolve. They charged forward, their howls blending into a harmonious chorus of defiance.

Meanwhile, Balmond s