Chapter 42 The Battle Begins

The blood moon hung heavy in the dawn sky, casting Ghostwood in a muted, crimson light. The world felt suspended, breathless, as the first war horn shattered the silence. Alpha Roven led his packs out of Crescent moon Park with a thunderous roar. He shifted mid-stride, his massive wolf form black as night, muscles rippling with rage. Around him, dozens of wolves followed suit—hulking shapes moving with terrifying purpose. Their claws ripped up the earth, their snarls filled with bloodlust.