Bound by Fate, Torn by war(THE LUNA’S WAR)

The moon hung low in the sky, a silver eye watching over the world, its glow illuminating the dense forests of White Moon Park. The wind whispered through the ancient trees, carrying a message only the elders could understand.

Deep in the heart of the pack's sacred temple, an aged seer sat before a glowing pool of water. Her frail hands trembled as the vision took hold of her mind, her golden eyes rolling back in their sockets.

"The daughter of the Moon shall rise, bound by fate to the beast of the night," she whispered, her voice trembling. "One will bring salvation… or ruin."

The vision faded, but the message was clear. A storm was coming.