"Help!" A voice calls out. "Help me!...somebody!!..." The voices echo through the dark creepy forest as it went on and on. There are red eyes on the top of the trees, in the bushes and everywhere you go. The cold wind brushes against your coat as you shiver a little.
Then everything stops.
There are no sounds, no voices, and no wind as the forest become silent. You freeze and glance around nervously, backing up slowly hoping to escape to only bump into something hard yet soft. You scream loudly and turn around to find a pair of red eyes staring into your soul with a cold glare that makes you want to disappear. Panicking, you spin around and run off but you're stopped by another wolf. This time you see the wolf has no pupils at all, it was all white like demons. You bend down on the ground cowardly, shaking with fear hoping this was just a dream. When you open your eyes, you find more eyes on you. Each eye coloring not being the eye color of normal wolves, you build up confidence as you asked, "W-Who A-Ar-are you people..?"
Laughs echo through the forest as you shiver at the evil sounding cackles of the other wolves before looking at the ground, "I-I-I'm sorry if I am not suppose to ask..." the laughter stops then a soft, silky voice speaks out.
"Why are you here in the land of Blood Moon Pack? You have traveled pretty far huh.." you glance up slowly and find a white wolf with bright red eyes staring at you with a cold expression.
You stand up slowly before spitting out, "I..I came to join the pack. I am looking for a home to stay!!" Although you didn't mean to say it, it comes out before you can close your mouth to stop yourself.
The she-wolf close her eye and smirks before speaking, "You want to join a pack full of demons..." She laughs a little and speaks, "... then welcome to the Blood Moon Pack, once you join you will never leave this pack, you swear your loyalty to me as you listen to my orders no matter what. My name is Beauty Reaper, Grand Alphess of this pack, let's go." She ordered before running off quickly without another word with others follows. You follow slowly behind, still scared from the experience wondering what adventure awaits ahead.