The moon hung low in the sky, a slender crescent casting an eerie glow over the landscape. Alex stood at the edge of the forest, his heart pounding in anticipation of the coming confrontation. The Night of the Crescent Moon had arrived, and with it, the culmination of everything they had been preparing for.
Beside him, Sara tightened her grip on his hand, her eyes scanning the horizon where the mountains loomed like silent sentinels. "Are you ready for this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alex nodded, determination etched into his features. "We have to be. This is our chance to stop The Shadow and protect our packs."
Around them, the pack moved with quiet efficiency, their preparations complete. Warriors checked their weapons, scouts reported in with updates on The Shadow's movements, and leaders gathered to discuss their strategy one last time.
