"That's today?" Marcos almost panicked.

How could he forget that was today? He had been calculated.

His enemies knew his every move and he still didn't know half of who he was facing.

The blood moon was no small joke. This was the time when most supernaturals were either the strongest or the weakest.

For werewolves, this blood moon was a dangerous time for them.

Every few weeks before the blood moon, most, if not all wolf packs had already begun the preparations for the lockdown for that night.

Chains, cells, stakes, boulders. Every and anything that could hold them down was readily made.

The blood moon was like a...