The leaders howled, informing their people to battle. The cry for war resonated within the Werewolf Committee’s keep.

There was no earthquake!

A storm of dust slowly cloaked the remaining territories of the Werewolf Committee. Beneath the storm of dirt and howling wind, wolves of different sizes and colors were revealed. Like a messenger of the Death God, their eyes held one intention only—to trample those who dared to stop their call.

Among the leading wolves, two wolves released another far cry of war. The thirst to slay their enemies was so evident to the leaders of the subsidiary packs that they felt the chill behind their napes.

‘Regroup to...