Against The Wolf Hunters

Alpha Galan stood in the heart of the ancient moonlit grave. He was still on his quest to find the wolf hunter who was a threat to his pack. As he stood, his powerful form was illuminated by the soft silver glow of Selene, the moon goddess; his mother. The air was thick with anticipation as he raised his head and let out a haunting howl, a call that echoed through the scared woods and reached the ears of his divine mother.

He enchanted some words in a praise form for his mother to seek out his issue. In response, the moonlight seemed to intensify, swirling and coalescing until an enchanting figure appeared before him. Selene, the ethereal embodiment of the moon, gazed down at her son with her eyes that held the wisdom of ages her long, silver hair flowed like liquid silk, and her skin radiated with a gentle, otherworldly luminescence.

"My son and brave alpha," she spoke, her voice a melodious echo of the night, "you have summoned me. What troubles your heart?"

Alpha Galan, with a mixt