As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the snow-covered town of Stratford, a great sense of unease hung in the air.
The night of the full moons had finally arrived!
As the snowflakes slowly fell to the ground, they whispered secrets into the ears of the residents about the cold and harsh night to come.
The town's cobblestone streets, usually bustling with the cheerful chatter of the residents, were now filled with the hurried movements of people preparing for the impending wolf tide.
People began barricading the doors of thier homes, even the windows weren't missed. After all, there was always the possibility of a few wolves making it past the defense line and wreaking havoc inside the town.
After the people had finished barricading all points of entry, they then proceeded to move to the underground bunkers.
