I found myself standing on the edge of a massive battlefield, watching as werewolves fought savagely, their claws tearing through fur and flesh.
The ground beneath me was soaked with blood, and I couldn't understand why they were fighting or what they hoped to gain.
It wasn't just a fight between two packs—it was a war involving every pack, each turning against the other in a frenzy of violence.
As I stared at the chaos, more werewolves joined the battle, charging into the fray, snarling and tearing each other apart as if the bloodshed was a game to them.
I felt sick to my stomach watching the slaughter, but I couldn't move. Something inside me stirred, a presence I couldn't ignore.
"Move towards them!" a voice inside me commanded, loud and firm.
