Blood Under the Silver Moon

Drystan faces Jonas, a venomous werewolf alpha, in a brutal moonlit battle. Winner!

The forest was alive with whispers, branches creaking, leaves trembling, the low growl of predators closing in. Drystan Ryde raised a fist, halting his team. The silver moon hung heavy above, casting a pale glow over the clearing.

“They’re here,” Cleo murmured, drawing back her compound bow.

Yoshiro moved silently into the tree line, katana gleaming faintly in the dark. His hand signs were quick and sharp: pack of six, three circling.

The first howl tore through the night. Massive shapes burst from the brush, eyes glowing like embers. Silver bullets slowed them but didn’t stop them; their snarls only grew more vicious.

Drystan pivoted, firing both pistols, but three wolves forced him back against a fallen oak. The alpha emerged, larger, darker, its fangs dripping venom. Jonas.

“You’re making a big mistake,” Drystan said, voice cold, pistols leveled.

Jonas bared his teeth in a grotesque grin. “Not mistake. Purpose. You’ll serve me better under the moon.” He lunged, claws tearing through bark as Drystan rolled aside, firing. Silver-laced mercury burned into Jonas’s side, but the beast kept coming.

The fight was brutal, fangs snapping inches from his throat, claws raking across his jacket. Drystan’s blade slashed deep, searing through fur and muscle, enough to make the alpha howl in pain. The pack faltered, snarling before melting back into the trees, Jonas dragging himself away with a promise in his eyes.

Breathing hard, Drystan staggered. Cleo was suddenly at his side, bow still ready. Yoshiro appeared from the shadows, steadying him with one arm.

“We need to move,” Cleo urged.

Drystan nodded, wincing. Together they hauled him back toward Goliath, the armored transport waiting in the dark.

Tonight, they survived. Tomorrow, the wolves would return.

Word Count: 284
Prompt: Write a story that includes the line: “You’re making a big mistake.”
Written for: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"