The werewolves answered as they pulled the reins. “For the Moon Goddess!” The sound of thunderclaps and the zaps of flashes of lightning ensued.

Roars of the phantoms and the battle cries of the Alliance troops clashed the moment the ten-meter’ aerial distance was closed. It muted the resounding thunderclaps of the darkened southern sky and the ripples of the sea when claws and teeth met.

For the southern werewolf troops led by Alpha Dylan at the middle, Alpha Liam to his right, and Alpha Cameron to his left—the moment the two parties clashed mid-air, every raindrop seemed to stop from falling as the zaps of bolts of lightning seemed...