A light burst out from Diana’s chest. It blinded both parties even Diana itself but only the latter could feel the surging warm current of her magic coursing through her veins—as if the Moon Goddess answered her desperate plea.

The array of formations in the Werewolf Committee’s most guarded area shattered.

The wolves of the Alliance felt the breath as the boundary that obstructed their sharp sense of direction disappeared along with the harsh howl of the wind.

Dylan’s howl awakened the dazed wolves of the Alliance.

All wolves of different colors, sizes, and ranks rushed forward. Charging with their last bit of strength after days of exhaustion, their drive...