For generations, two packs ruled the wilds of Silvercrest; Moonfang in the frozen north, Ironclaw in the lowlands.They shared the same blood, the same goddess, the same moon that marked their kind.But the one thing they never shared was peace.No one remembers how the first war began. Some say it started with a stolen mate. Others swear it was land, or pride, or the madness that comes when wolves forget mercy. Whatever the reason, the fighting lasted centuries. Whole villages vanished under the smoke of it.The Moonfang wolves were hunters; stealthed, skilled and patient, born for the shadows. They fought like the wind, unseen until it was too late. The Ironclaw wolves were soldiers; trained, disciplined, and brutal. Their claws carried the scent of steel. When their armies clashed, the forest shook.The Blood Moon War, they called it.Every full moon painted the snow red.The goddess who created them watched in silence, her power fading as her children tore each other apart. The ba
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