Blood moon approaches

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow upon the vast forest, the werewolf community began to stir with anticipation. The Blood Moon was approaching, a night when their powers would be amplified to their maximum levels. It was a rare occurrence, happening only once every few centuries, and the werewolves were determined to make the most of it.

In the heart of the Red pack territory, Alpha Zefra stood tall and regal, his fiery red fur shimmering under the fading sunlight. He had gathered his pack members around him, and together they began their preparations for the impending night of power. Zefra's pack was known for their incredible speed and agility, and they planned to use this to their advantage.