It wasn't supposed to end up like this.
Every single problem should've ended on this night under the Honey Moon.
The Royal Black Prince—and his vile pack full of false Werewolves should've been eradicated once and for all, a befitting sacrificial gift to please, the Lunirich Gods. Prince Leif, as the one who realized and wrapped this gift would've been blessed.
He would be given blessings from many Lunirich Gods and became the strongest.
Not one Werewolf would be comparable to him.
Not even the other powerhouses from the high-rank Supernaturals would stand a chance.
At last, Prince Leif would reach the power he had always wanted.
But things ended up like this, the Royal Black Prince and the Silverstar Pack managed to land a massive blow at them by destroying the Bloodstone Crater. It greatly lowers the morale—of the Werewolves, their minds are in deep sorrow.
Fighting became hard for them, easily scared and easily lost focus.