Moon of Catastrophe

Two souls would be joined as one and they would finally be called as mates. Blood moon was always a feared phenomenon because it would only mean a painful thing. War. A war where many lives would vanish forever. An ocean of blood would be shed and the packs would be in a state of chaos. No one had ever wanted that. No one expected the prophecy to happen as early as then.

The two of them were destined to fight the bad omen but even they were enveloped in a tangle of complex disaster of their own lives. They were from two different packs with two different roles to do so their whole race would remain intact. The future of the werewolves were in their hands and they should immediately find a way to put all of it in a complete rhythm again. Order and peace were the only things they seeked. Were they so hard to acquire?

Fate was the one itself that was playing with them. And it seemed like it had a lot of things in store for them. They should be ready because it would hit them hard.