Red Moon Pack — the crown jewel among werewolf cities — was a place where wealth bloomed like nightshade: beautiful, intoxicating, and fatally dangerous. The legal casinos brought prosperity, luring humans and supernaturals alike into a daze of flashing lights and easy money. But beneath the golden surface, ancient bloodlines moved in shadows. The underworld here wasn't just criminal—it was royal, a den of rogue werewolf nobles pulling strings with claws wrapped in silk.
By day, Red Moon Pack gleamed. By night, it breathed — like a beast under the blood moon, its heart pounding with secrets. And yet, it was a place that people couldn't help but yearn for — not just for the luxury, but for the thrill of dancing on the edge.
