amp, soft earth of Drigh Fores

precise, as if the whole w

oday. Evelyn had come here to clear her head, but the silence seemed u

er, the howl in the distance, and the mysterious wolf that had appeared near the car. A

g? What did t

threatened. Above them were tall trees, their thick branc

ves and moss. Every shadow seemed to hide something, every rustl

ed walking. The air was cool, and the ground was soft underfoot, but

it had always been a place of comfort to him, a sacred pla

ssing against her chest. There was no smell. No sounds of birds or animals. Just an overwhelming sil

nd. She wasn't alone. A strange chill ran do

he deep shadow

as, but something was watching her. It probably felt like eyes we

ever was happening. He needed to know what was happening to her

He took a breath, opened his eyes, and his heart began to beat fast. There, beh

over him. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. His eyes were fixed on her without hesit

ike the night itself, its body soft and powerful, its movements almost

s shone with an intelligence she couldn't understand, a silent recognition that made her pulse be

ing back the layers of her thoughts, searching, testing, and reading her

re. Something old.

didn't come any closer. Instead, he turned her slightly, his eyes never lea

old, and her le

ep into her, and her heart pounded. Who wants this? Why is he here? What has he brought? As if to answer his unansw

teps back, its heart pounding. But as the wolf advanced, its expres

tensity that made her knees buckle as if the flesh beneath her skin was alive with energy. The glowing mark pulsed in time

feeding it, giving it strength. She stood up, her movements fluid and

houlder intensified. The mark was more than a bi

ching his every move. At that moment, the ground beneath his feet seemed to

ething ancient and powerful that had b

herself before she fell, her hands shaking as she tried to get up. The wolf's

She had to run. But

n the ground. And then, as if by magic, the

emed to move, their tru

mething else had happened. So

behind her, cutting through

She ran toward him, her face pale and wide with fear. Behind him, a

he turned his gaze to Steve. Evelyn wanted to s

er. She felt something stirring inside her, something dark and primal, r

Evelyn knew that whatever was here, whatever she was looking at, was behind them. A low,

med to come from all sides, surrounding them. Evelyn's he

s, was coming

ed, but Evelyn could barely

art of the forest. Steve's voice, now distant, continued to echo as she walked deeper

the distanc