It's Your Time To Live
The low growls and guttural grunts of the werewolves rose into the air as Ceti descended from the skies, her flying beast landing with a thunderous beat of its wings.
Their glowing eyes, burning like embers in the twilight, locked onto her with unbridled aggression. Lips curled back to reveal sharp fangs, and their clawed hands tensed as though ready to pounce. The tension was palpable, the air thick with hostility.
Just as the werewolves seemed poised to attack, the Moon Guardian raised his hand briefly, a gesture as calm as it was commanding. The effect was immediate.
The werewolves silenced themselves, lowering their heads and taking a synchronized step back, their feral aggression receding into a simmering quiet as if it never existed in the first place.