SIEGE ON BLACKMOON

Nathaniel's heart raced as he and his men returned to the Blackmoon pack's stronghold. The night was tense, with distant sounds of violence. The seriousness of the situation was like a suffocating garment of worry wrapped around him. They'd been duped, their true aim disguised under a cloak of deception. He urged his horse to speed up, hoping they hadn't squandered their opportunity.

They approached the stronghold and were faced with a terrifying sight. Fire danced in the night, and cries filled the air.

The attackers had penetrated their fortifications, and chaos had ensued within the walls. Nathaniel had a sinking sensation as he drove his horse forward, his soldiers close on his heels. Desperation spurred him on, with each step dragging him deeper into the fray.