"Catch him and bring him to me!"
In the heart of an incredibly dense forest, dozens of Werewolves could be seen blitzing with extreme speed through the underbrush, they were galloping on all fours like animals. Behind them were two Alphas, it could be seen through the bluish aura they were emanating.
Both were galloping behind, commanding their packs with an air of authority.
Not too far in front of them was a figure, trying to escape.
From the looks of it, these were two distinct packs, united in a high-speed pursuit.
Under the approaching Honey Moon's energy, saturating the air, these Werewolves were way faster and stronger than normal. Fighting Werewolves near a full moon is always a bad idea— it would only result in a foolish death.
It was unknown what the figure did to them, but they were extremely angry.
On the other hand, the figure clad in a pure white and gold robe kept on sprinting ahead.