Blood Moon Wolf

bursts, illuminating the gnarled silhouette of Eryndor's Black Forest. The wind screamed through the trees, bending mass

ened, moaning, creaking, and cry

near a dying fire. Ninety winters had bowed his back, stolen his teeth

al

light of his final years. But she was gone, vanish

even the wolves. No sign. No body. No blood. Just silence. The dread

? Perished in some unseen tr

did you leave me? Who will care for me now

already carved with sorrow. That's when

o his feet, heart pound

orn. His blond hair-long and wild. His blue eyes-haunted. Somethi

tured him insid

. The stranger

ranger flinched, his face contorted in agony. The old man reached for a crucifix abov

d man

t the storm?"

nger replied, his voice

him-briefly, pa

lone. Forgotten. If you died now, wolves would find

y do you speak such terri

again. The man

ffered someth

telligent beyond anything you've ever known. All I ask is that you

eart pounded. "

irst: you remain by my side, obeying me, until sunset on of the

coiled. "What

ser. "Do you know the l

"I've heard tales... of cursed

e stranger said, "the cursed take the form of

this is the

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outside echoed the old man's thou

an whispered. "I have

r said. "Elias, you

ned. "You kn

grimly. "I know mu

ared into