FAKE PROPHECY
It was almost midnight on the ninth day of the last month of 2038. It was very late at night. Most sentient beings probably were resting their bodies and minds when it was already this late. Except for nocturnal creatures, which might wander for food, other creatures might be sleeping soundly now.
But, that was not the case on a desert island where werewolves congregated with great fanfare. How could it not be festive? Tonight was the night they had been waiting for seventeen years. The night they would gain great power to conquer humans. The night they would get a new leader.
A large bonfire ignited brightly in the middle of the wide field. The werewolves stood around the giant red flames. Old, young, men, women, adults, children. Their number was more than 60, and all of them put on a sparkling expression.