3rd person's POV

The moon hung low over the Bloodmoon Pack, sending a faint light across the Borders. The aftermath of the rogue strike was clear—blood-stained dirt, injured soldiers being treated, and the acrid odor of smoke hanging in the air. Despite the triumph, Dimitri felt a lot of stress. Every conflict, every skirmish, triggered something evil inside him—something he had long battled to suppress.

Dimitri, the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, had always taken pleasure in his control and iron will, which had gained him the respect of his pack and the terror of his foes. But deep down, he dreaded a part of himself: the cursed Lycan blood...