The moonlight tonight is beautiful.
The scattered moonlight not only illuminates the earth but also ripples on the river's surface.
By the moonlight, Roland could discern the true identity of the ambushers.
"Werewolves?"
"Damn humans, die!" The werewolf, stunned by the explosion, let out an angry howl and transformed on the spot to pounce.
Tonight is a full moon night; it is their home field.
For this hunt, they set traps in the forest, planning to give Roland a big surprise.
But this pair of human scoundrels didn't play by the rules, choosing a small path instead of the main road.
They had to change tactics, switching from ambush to assault.
Roland squinted his eyes, staring intently at the werewolves appearing from all directions.
These strange creatures, half-human and half-wolf, claim to be the favored of the Moon God, differing from humans.
In recent centuries, werewolves have been mere legends, rarely seen in person.
