The Spirit of the Unknown

The Central Province. Was a highland with hills on all the sides. Geography wise it was one of the most safe and strategically important place.

The very reason why the Werewolf King residence was situated here. With huge walls, high ceilings and hundreds of rooms. A white castle. With astounding architecture.

But today. Under the veil of the darkness of the night. The white marbled walls of this gigantic place was getting covered in red colour. In blood of werewolves which were getting slaughtered mercilessly by the stronger kind.

The newly adapted and advanced of werewolves called the Translupines. Survival of the fittest was indeed a true thing, but why didn't anyone talk of the survival of the purest.

Because this was not just a war between two kinds.

It was a war of good vs evil.

It was a war of light with darkness.

It was the war of the entire mankind. Which was in the hands of selected few who were struggling in this turmoil.

Acting their parts. Doing their best. Not knowing des