I stood at the centre of the great hall where it all happened that night. I could still remember everything like it was just yesterday.

I felt like I was standing in a graveyard.

The screams, the fear, the panic, the blood.

That night was horrible.

The night had started like any other Blood Moon Festival—a celebration of unity and peace among the werewolf kingdom. My parents, King John and Queen Seraphina, had invited Alphas and Lunas from all across packs to strengthen our alliances. Laughter rang through the halls, glasses filled with the finest wine were raised in toasts, and children ran about, their giggles warming the air.

I...