one hundred and eighty four

Dante's POV

I sat in my office, surrounded by the chaos of my thoughts. It had been days since I initiated the search for the werewolf marked by the crescent moon. Deep down, I held onto the belief that this individual held the key to saving my pack from the impending threat posed by the witches.

Despite our strength as Lycans, we were no match for an army of enraged witches. Finding the bearer of the crescent moon was crucial, but the challenge lay in not knowing where to even begin this daunting task. My search party wasn't yeiding any result.

“Find the bearer of the cresent moon” The elder's words echoed in my mind, indicating that this person belonged to another pack, which is making it hard to find them, because they are many packs and I don't know where to start from.

As I pondered my next move, a mix of frustration and determination knotted within me. The weight of responsibility for my pack's safety pressed heavily on my shoulders, urging me to push forward despite the uncert