Third-Party POV
Selene and Blake stood side by side. Both hands up, knees slightly bent, back to back. Ready to fight.
James held his Luna, pulling her behind him, hoping she wouldn't suffer any harm from the attack.
One by one, the warriors from the Crescent Moon, closed the circle around them. They sneered and growled as they readied for combat. Unaware of who Selene was, unaware of who James was....unaware of the true background of who Blake is! The heir to the Primordail wolves. The strongest, ruthless, most aggressive wolves in all existence. Will they be able to handle him alone?
Alpha Stewart chuckles, an evil glare on his face. Macy stands before him. Her hand held high above her head, with her face perked up with pride. Underestimating the results that may come. She steadies her hand and waits to give the signal, giving each warrior the time to prepare themselves in position as the other members of the visiting packs make way.