Today was meant to be a beautiful night. One meant to blossom into beautiful memories to last me a lifetime.

It was a full moon tonight which meant the wolves were at their strongest.

It was a night that we always looked forward to, that I had looked forward to since it was my first time joining the pack hunt as an adult.

In our pack, you could only take part in the pack hunt when you turned 18 which I did five years ago but I didn’t get my wolf then so I couldn’t take part.

It was embarrassing and I had almost gotten depressed from it because it was a shame for the alpha’s only daughter not to get her wolf but I finally did three days ago on my 23rd birthday.

My parents were surprised when I suddenly got my wolf but the pack seer said it was a rare occurrence but not uncommon.

My family were too excited because I finally got my wolf after being worried for so long so they didn't dwell on it.

During the hunt, the adults would run as a pack for hours, relishing in their heightened adrenaline and senses which we got from the full moon.

The hunts were more thrilling and everything was more exciting but today was different. It would remain etched in my memory as the worst night of my life.

The air wasn’t filled with excitement. It wasn’t filled with happiness either. There was no peace or calm. Everything was the total opposite.

There was chaos, tension, and fear. The air was thick with terror and you didn’t need to smell the air to see what was the cause of this terror.

It seemed like the moon had turned to blood. The full moon didn’t bring excitement this time, it brought doom.

Dead bodies littered the floor all over the pack land and they seemed to make a never-ending path. Dead wolves, human bodies, half-turned wolves, men, women, children, they were all dead, some even torn apart, missing limbs that were nowhere in sight.

The pack grounds were in such a disgusting state that bile had made a permanent home in my throat.

The stoned floor was like a small stream but the stream wasn’t made of water but blood. It flowed calmly down an invisible path, some making small puddles and the blood glistened under the moonlight.

We had been getting ready to go for our hunting when we heard a scream that was too chilling to ignore from the pack house but before the warriors could even check it out, we were cornered.

We weren’t even given time to panic or even make sense of what was happening before the dead bodies of my pack members lay on the ground within seconds.

The ones who were lucky enough to flee the forest couldn’t even make it to the pack house underground safe house and even the ones who made it there came face to face with our attackers and were mercilessly slain as well. The safe house wasn’t safe after all.

I had made it to the pack house and was moving as quietly as possible with my back glued to the wall of the dark corridor and was trying my best to make sure I avoided the windows. I couldn’t even comprehend how I had managed to stay alive till this very moment.

My heart was racing.

It was beating so hard and loud against my chest and I feared the attackers would hear it and be able to locate me.

I tried to swallow the bile in my throat and wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand but it wasn’t helping.

It seemed like the more I wiped off the sweat, the more it came pouring down so I decided to ignore it instead and wiped my sweaty palms against my gown instead.