(Third Person POV)
In a clearing illuminated by flickering fireflies, the werewolves converge, their fur bristling under the moonlight. The air is charged with primal energy as they share glances of determination and unease. Among them stands their alpha, Ethan, with piercing eyes that reflect the moon's glow and a resolve as fierce as the wild. The vampires emerge like mist - elegant, powerful, and stoic. Their leader, a centuries old vampire, Anthony, is commanding and graceful, his long black hair is pulled back in a low ponytail. The vampires, draped in dark attires decorated with subtle sigils of protection, gather around them, exuding an air of otherworldly confidence, their crimson eyes ablaze with an insatiable hunger for justice.
The witches gather to form a united front again
