Damian cautiously approached the edge of the Crescent Moon pack's territory. He could sense the presence of several werewolves guarding the entrance, their keen senses on high alert.
The wind carried the faintest scent of their powerful musk, adding to the intensity of the moment. He knew better than to enter their territory without permission.
So, he transformed into his raven form, the cool night air ruffling his feathers as he took to the skies.
He flew high above the dense forest, his wings cutting through the air with ease, and the moon casting an ethereal light below.
His sharp eyes darted around the pack house, scanning for any sign of Luna, but he couldn't feel her presence.
He remembered the clearing where they had met on two separate occasions, and with a sense of purpose, he made his way there hoping to find her there.
