A howl reverberated.
It reached for miles upon miles—searching for those who can understand it. Searching for those of the same race. Searching for the monsters of the night that would be able to match the beastly mind of these crimson wolves.
Far away, a massive fifteen-foot-tall werewolf averted his gaze from the bonfire and looked up.
He heard a howl. Faint, but he could hear it.
Ever since the war against the Clarentium Empire began, he had been waiting for his turn to fight. But the command never came. It seemed the war had taken an unexpected direction, one that went further away from his position.
Finally, he heard the call.
It was Princess Selene's howl. A call to war.
But there was a message inside that call, one that forced something inside him to come out.
Aooouuu—!
A howl was forced out of him.
