their instincts most keenly. As the cool breeze danced through the forest, a small group of Bad Werewolves ambushed a family

glimmering lake. Claws clashed and teeth snapped as the two sides fought not just for dominance, but f

This is madness! You are willing to plunge both our worlds

th fervor. The humans must learn to fear us if they are to respe

g forward, his powerful jaws clashing agains

ch other. Nearby, Amara and a group of Good Werewolves fought valiantly against Mordred's

ood. It was a battle with no clear victor, each side too stubborn to yield. As da

aelum's heart as he looked over his fallen brethren. In contrast, Mordred surveyed the afterm

nto the daybreak. Those who oppose