Our warriors scrambled, but something was wrong. They struggled to shift. They tried so hard, but nothing happened! Suddenly, panic swept through the crowd.
I saw how they paled just realizing how dangerous our situation was. Even my Alpha of a father could not shift to his wolf form when he was the strongest in the pack.
"Someone put something in our food! We've been poisoned!" The Beta shouted, his voice tinged with fear and anger. "We can't shift!"
In our human forms, we were at a grave disadvantage. The rogues— fully shifted and ferocious—tore through our ranks. I watched in horror as my father fought bravely, only to be overwhelmed. The strongest rogue in their line, a massive beast with cold, ruthless eyes, slashed at him, his claws tearing through flesh and bone. My mother, the Luna, tried to reach him, but she too fell under the rogue onslaught.
"Father! Mother!" I screamed, but my voice was drowned out by the sounds of battle. Tears blurred my vision as I saw them both collapse, their blood soaking the ground. I tried to rush to them, but a warrior pulled me back.