Darklings

As Luna's group finalized the preparations for the ritual in the sacred clearing, a subtle tension hung in the air. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the gathered werewolves, seemed to illuminate the mystical significance of their undertaking.

As the final components were set in place, Luna's silver eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and caution. Alex, vigilant as ever, surveyed the surroundings, his instincts alert to any shifts in the forest's energy.

Blaze, still carrying the remnants of the connection with the ancient guardian, felt the weight of responsibility in this pivotal moment. The clearing, bathed in moonlight, held the promise of severing an age-old tie that bound him to the otherworldly creature.

However, just as the Misfit Pack prepared to initiate the ritual, the tranquility of the clearing shattered. A low growl reverberated through the ancient trees, and shadows moved with an unsettling intent at the forest's edge.