Chapter 57 The Trap is Sprung.

The full moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver sheen over the darkened forest. Gary led the Westville pack through the dense thicket, their movements almost soundless as they approached the hunters' hideout. The plan was simple: strike fast and hard, taking the hunters by surprise while the moon's power surged through their veins, giving them the strength they needed to overwhelm their enemies. Gary's heart pounded with anticipation, his mind focused on the battle ahead. The scouts had done their job well—the hunters' camp was just up ahead, hidden among the trees, its inhabitants unaware of the storm that was about to hit them. Gary glanced back at his pack, their eyes glowing in the moonlight, their muscles tense and ready for the fight. This was what they had trained for, what they had been waiting for. Tonight, they would take down the hunters once and for all. As they neared the clearing, Gary raised a hand, signaling the pack to halt. He crouched low, peering through