Under the Moonlight

It was a full moon, a thing seen as common by mere humans but same can't be said for some dark creatures that coexist with them.

The night air within the now deserted hilly boundary lands was rather chilly and darker than usual, the moon hanging low in the sky like a silver crescent. It had remained like this since the King's last visit during the rogue infestation, when he had to make the necessary decision to wipe out as many of them who were affected by the curse as he could. All the packs that once resided there had been moved to other regions and the place was now declared a no man's land.

Suddenly a rustle broke out from different parts of the forest, it turns out to be a pack of wolves, too numerous to count. Their fur very rare; different coats of dark red and stripes of black, prowled through the forest, their red eyes glowing with wicked intentions.