Chapter 8

Somewhere far, far away...

It was a wooded pack land, only instead of it's usual liveliness and cheer, it was full of blood and despair

A brutal battle had happened here. It was obvious by the presence of hundreds of bodies littering the land, bodies not of humans, but of werewolves. Some of the corpses were human in form, while others were in their more animalistic shapes. The ground was red, soaked in the blood of the Lycans and the moon shone brightly from above, illuminating the figures of those that still remained standing in all the carnage. From the scene, one could clearly distinguish two groups of people of those still in the land of the living. The first group of Lycans were in various forms of submission, some down on their knees on the blood soaked ground, bowing their heads and others who were wolven in figure had their ears flat on their heads, mouths closed and their bodies low to the ground, with their tails positioned between their hind legs. Constant little whimperi