The bright red full moon hung high in the sky. Everything from the dirt and grass to the trees and cliffs were dyed a blood red. Some wolves started to move with a purpose. The rest lazed around or socialised while waiting for everyone in their pack to be done with finding their fated mates. The night was filled with howls by those who successfully paired with each other.
Before long, a large commotion drew everyone’s attention to the cliff that overlooked the entire field. It was the cliff that the Purebloods always claimed for themselves. Without needing to investigate, Zira knew what was happening. She coldly looked on from where she lounged among the shadows of the trees and rocks. With how loud Kaiser spoke, BaoBao did not need to relay it to her.