On the night of the full moon, the Nyx pack's howls grew even louder. Their demonic bloodlust covered our village like a dark cloud.
I ordered everyone to get in position. I made sure that their fear of the Nyx pack wasn't stronger than the fear of what would happen if they disobeyed me.
"Alpha," the chief of the guardians, approached me. "Everyone is ready at the north, south, east, and west walls."
The chief of the guardians was a tall man with a mop of red hair on the top of his head. He had a scrubby ginger beard and looked as if he was in his late 40s. His name was Olaf.
When he looked at me, he was clearly distracted by something and was trying hard to keep his composure.
"That is good. Is the wolfsbane ready?" I asked.
"Yes, we await your orders."
Right now I was standing atop the wall at the south gate, where the battle would take place. I gazed out into the forest, where a sea of yellow eyes was staring back at me.
