The night of the eclipse had finally arrived, and a thick, heavy silence fell over our camp. The moon, once bright and guiding, had turned dark, hidden in shadow. Every werewolf, young and old, could feel the strange, prickly feeling in the air. It was like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something big and scary to happen.
I stood in the middle of my pack, my heart pounding. I knew this was the night. The prophecy had said I would face a great challenge, and that I'd have to make a choice that could change everything. Around me, the pack members looked to me, their eyes wide with trust and a little bit of fear. I couldn't let them down.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted my head to the darkened sky and let out a long, loud howl. It was a howl filled with strength and defiance, a message to anyone — or anything — that dared to threaten us. I wasn't going to back down. This was our home, our family, and I was ready to fight for it.
