Under the veil of the moonlit night, Alpha Robert gathered his warriors in a secluded clearing. His silver fur gleamed beneath the moon's cold gaze as he stood at the forefront of the Silver Moon Pack. His eyes, twin orbs ablaze with the fire of vengeance, surveyed the territory with fierce determination. The air hung heavy with anticipation as the wolves, their eyes ablaze with a shared thirst for vengeance, awaited their leader's command.
"Packmates!," Alpha Robert's voice, a commanding presence, cut through the stillness of the night. "The time for waiting is over. Tonight, we reclaim what was taken from us. Liam's blood stains this land, and we will answer with the same ferocity that courses through our veins."
A chorus of determined growls and howls echoed through the clearing, each wolf acknowledging the call to arms.
The wolves, their fur standing on end, leaned in, captivated by their leader's words.