Battle at Midnight

Chester's Pov

The inky shroud of midnight draped over the forest, casting an impenetrable gloom that only the moon's ethereal glow managed to pierce. I, Chester, a lycan security guard, tread cautiously through the dense labyrinth of trees, my senses heightened to the slightest whisper of the night.

The cloak of darkness was heavy, punctuated only by the sliver of moonlight that pierced through the dense canopy of leaves. The air was still, the only sound was the rustle of leaves beneath my boots. I inhaled deeply, the crisp, cool night air filling my lungs.

The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying vegetation, a symphony of nocturnal creatures providing the only soundtrack to the serene darkness. My heart pounded in my chest, a primal rhythm echoing the anticipation that coursed through my veins.

Tonight, I felt an inexplicable unease, a foreboding that lingered like a persistent shadow. Rumors of Lycan hunters patrolling the forest plagued my pack's rest. Killian,