LOGAN
The full moon hit its peak, spreading out its glow over the sky, shining down on me, and illuminating every inch of the forest.
It was the annual full moon sprint that takes place every first moon of the year. It's a ritual for just the Alpha-princes and their Betas. Not just for the packs in the region but for every werewolf pack that exists. It was for the brotherhood, tightens our bond, and remains a constant reminder of who we are and what we represent.
We take turns hosting the sprints and this year, it was our turn to host it. Silver Pack hosts it better actually, don't wanna brag but the heated noise from the forest was proof enough. They can never get enough of the heat we bring into it.
Loud howlings rippled into the night again, scaring off the wild animals that lived
