The next day,
It was midnight.
The Vengeful Moon pack.
King Nikolai's pov,
The moon was crescent and red. The night was cold and bitter, like it was filled with sadness. The houses of all the werewolves were shut tightly, and remaining outside my pack's city's northern forest, I was there fighting hybrid creatures and wild beasts.
I was glad that all the wild beasts and the hybrid creatures I was fighting were land beasts, because it would have been a hassle for me if I were to fight wild beasts and hybrid creatures that could fly.
Exactly an hour ago, I was at my pack's border fighting alongside my formidable werewolf warriors. We were fighting the wild beasts that escaped from their forests and wanted to invade my pack by passing through our border.
The instant we finished battling them and defeating them, I received an urgent report from Gabriel, who told me that many wild beasts and hybrid creatures had gone insane and left one of our northern forests.
