The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Whispering Woods. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and autumn leaves, mingling with an undercurrent of tension that hangs heavy in the air. As twilight descends, the Moonflow River begins to glow faintly, its ethereal light a stark reminder of the impending Crimson Moon.

Darius, the Alpha of Silver Crest, sits atop his black stallion, his piercing yellow gaze sweeping over the assembled troops. The Beta, Callum, stands to his right, his steel-gray fur a testament to his position as head warrior.

“Everyone,” Darius says, his voice echoing through the stillness. “In three days, the Crimson Moon will rise. As you all know, this event has the potential to amplify our powers beyond anything we've ever known.” He pauses, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. “But it also heightens our primal instincts, which can be dangerous"