The flames roared like beasts, devouring the tall building. The once calm territory was now alive with chaos, thick smoke coiling through the trees like serpents.
Desperate cries rang out, slicing through the air, filled with agony and fear.
"Save my son!"
"Save my husband!"
"Save my brother!"
The painful voices of the werewolves echoed in the darkness, each cry more heartbreaking than the last as they pleaded the Moon Goddess to save their mates... Families.
They weren't just calling for help… they were begging… begging for their loved ones to be spared from the inferno engulfing their home and the lives of the people trapped inside.
Dietrich stood at the edge of the flames, his eyes glowing a deep, murderous crimson as they reflected the devastation unfolding before him.
Dietrich's hands clenched at his sides, the force of his rage vibrating a murderous aura through his veins.
