Howl of the Night A Werewolfs Betrayal

The night air was thick with tension, crackling with an energy Kael could feel deep in his bones. The full moon hung low in the sky, casting a cold, pale light over the forest. It was the kind of night where the world felt alive with secrets and shadows, and for a werewolf, the pull of the moon was almost impossible to ignore.

Kael stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes scanning the dark woods that stretched out before him. He could hear the rustle of leaves, the soft chirp of crickets, the distant howl of another pack calling to its own. But there was something else too-something closer, more personal. The steady, rhythmic heartbeat of a human. His heart. Her heart.

Elara.

He exhaled slowly, trying to push the thoughts of her out of his head. She was too human for this world, too fragile for the dangers that came with being involved with a werewolf. But still, she called to him. The feeling was undeniable.

Kael turned away from the woods, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. The pack would be gathering soon, and as the alpha of the Crescent Moon pack, it was his responsibility to lead them. But tonight felt different. The tension in the air wasn't just about the moon-it was about the growing divide between the two factions that had been threatening to tear their world apart.

The Earthclaws, a rival pack that still clung to old ways, were on the move. They didn't believe in peace with humans, didn't believe in integration. They believed in dominance, in showing the world who held the power. They wanted to control the humans, control everything. And Kael could feel their presence, like a storm brewing in the distance. It was only a matter of time before conflict erupted.

"Kael," a voice called out, breaking his focus. He turned to see his second-in-command, Luca, approaching with the rest of the pack.

"What is it?" Kael's voice was low, sharp, the way it always was when he had his mind on something.