“Gather around the fire now,” Aurelius, Garrett's father, called out to their pack members.

The gathering began as everyone formed a circle around the flickering flames, signaling the start of the celebrations. In keeping with their long-standing custom, Aurelius raised his beer in a toast, a symbolic gesture meant to enhance the relationships between pack members. These full moon campfire nights were critical for the werewolves to interact with one another. Conversation, storytelling, sharing beverages, and other delightful activities kept the environment lively. This communal ritual, however, was required for all pack members, with the exception of those born into an omega family. In the pack's hierarchy, omegas were unfortunately relegated to low-ranking positions, functioning as bodyguards for elite families or serving as household help. Their exclusion from these gatherings highlighted their marginalized status within the pack.

In this contemporary world, werewolves coexisted peacefully with humans and other living creatures. To maintain peace and order in the werewolf world, hierarchies were established following ancient werewolf wars. Various packs were created to prevent conflicts and disorder within the community. Presently, in the state of Emberfall, there were four distinct werewolf packs: North, South, West, and East, denoting their respective geographic locations. These packs were essential for maintaining harmony and balance within the larger werewolf society.

The West Silver Crescent pack, led by the current alpha Aurelius, operated under a well-defined hierarchy. At the core of the pack hierarchy resided the Alphas, possessing regal authority and undeniable fierceness, making them the indisputable rulers. Their dominance was unyielding, and their control absolute. Below the Alphas are the Betas, a group distinguished by their strength, intelligence, and unwavering loyalty—serving as the second-in-command. It was within the Beta ranks that alliances were formed, strategic plans were devised, and the pack's collective strength was fortified. Gammas held a distinctive position in the werewolf pack hierarchy, one that neither equaled the dominance of the Alphas nor replicated the strategic significance of the Betas. As the third in command, Gammas assumed the responsibility of training and guiding the pack members.

The divide between the elite and the expendable was glaringly evident when it came to the omegas. Occupying the lowest rank of the hierarchy, they endured the harshest treatment. Every member of the pack was constantly reminded that omegas existed solely to serve. They were the laborers, the scapegoats, and the targets for the aggression of the higher-ranking wolves.

Garrett watched as the pack members carried on with the festivities. However, he couldn't fully immerse himself in the celebration, understanding that these gatherings were meant to reinforce the pack members' hierarchy and the alpha's dominance. His father utilized the campfire nights as a means to display his alpha power, firmly establishing his strict and formidable rules. These events served as a reminder to the pack that everyone must comply with his commands, emphasizing that his words are absolute.

“It's time, everyone, let us go!” Aurelius commanded the pack, his voice carrying authority and determination.

The moment Aurelius issued his order, every pack member assembled around the campfire underwent a transformation, shifting into their wolf forms. This campfire night was not just a celebration; it was also an occasion for a collective hunt, as the moon shone at its fullest. As soon as the Alpha leader let out a resounding howl to the moon, the pack dispersed.

During when the moon is at its fullest, pack members who are willing, participates in a communal hunt. This shared activity not only strengthened their bonds but also served as a means of enhancing their telepathic communication. Hunting together honed their coordination, allowing them to work as a seamless unit. Additionally, the experience deepened their connection with their respective wolves, fostering a profound sense of unity within the pack. This communal hunt was crucial not only for survival but also for reinforcing the pack's harmony and solidarity.

Eager to learn and embrace his future responsibilities, Garrett actively joined the hunt, positioning himself beside his father. It was an unspoken tradition that the future alpha leader should be by the alpha leader's side, learning the art of leading the pack and mastering the ways of the pack hunt.

His wolf, Gabriel, communicated a subtle growl to him, a silent yet powerful form of telepathic conversation they shared. "Yes, Gabriel," Garrett responded, acknowledging the connection they held.

‘Target at two o'clock,’ Gabriel informed him, indicating the direction of their prey.

‘Okay, got it,’ Garrett affirmed, his gaze briefly flickering towards his father, Aurelius, seeking approval and validation.

‘Father,’ Garrett spoke telepathically, seeking his father's guidance and approval.

‘Go for it, son,’ Aurelius responded, giving his son the green light to pursue the target.

With a swift motion, Garrett darted towards his target, moving as gracefully as the wind, guided by the instincts of both his wolf and his pack teachings.

Beneath the silver glow of the moon, Garrett surged forward, bridging the gap between himself and the deer with remarkable speed. The creature's eyes widened in fear as it realized the impending danger, but before it could make a move, Garrett's formidable jaws closed around its neck. In the quiet of the night, their battle was swift, a testament to the future alpha's prowess and authority. The moon bore witness to the ancient ritual of predator and prey, an eternal dance in the heart of the wilderness.

Having successfully captured and brought down the deer, Garrett let out a triumphant howl, a signal that echoed through the silent night, informing the other members of the pack that he had secured their prey. Soon after, two fellow pack members approached him, their fur glistening in the moonlight as they made their way through the dense forest. They were tasked with carrying the prey back to the camp. Tonight, they were among the designated hunters responsible for bringing back the spoils of the night's hunt, ensuring the sustenance for the entire pack. With a nod of acknowledgment, Garrett relinquished his hold on the deer, entrusting it to his pack mates' capable hands, a seamless coordination in the age-old rhythm of survival in the wilderness.

The hunt continues under the veil of night, the pack's determination unyielding until the first light of dawn graced the horizon. With the final prey successfully captured, Aurelius released a resounding howl that echoed through the night, a signal of their triumphant hunt. Another commanding howl followed, directing the pack members to retreat and return to their campsite. However, before Garrett could join the pack members, he felt an irresistible pull towards the sacred cliff, a place of great significance to their pack. He raised his head and released a howl, yet, as the sound escaped his throat, an unexpected phenomenon unfolded – a vivid sequence of scenes flickered through his mind, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.