Chapter 80: Blood Moon Battle

The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery glow casting an eerie light over the werewolf sanctuary. The lunar eclipse was minutes away, and the tension was palpable. Every werewolf present knew the importance of this night, and the weight of our combined destinies pressed heavily upon us.

I stood at the center of the clearing, the artifact glowing faintly in my hands. The ancient scroll lay open before me, its incantations ready to be spoken. The council members, now united in purpose if not entirely in trust, surrounded me, their expressions grim and determined.

"Remember," I said, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at my insides, "we must stay focused. The ritual depends on our unity. No matter what happens, we cannot break the circle."

Nathanial and Liam were positioned at the perimeter, their eyes scanning the forest for any sign of Gabriel's forces. The air was thick with anticipation, and every rustle of leaves sent a shiver down my spine.

As the first sliver of the moon be