CHAPTER VII: Moonlit Metamorphosis

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the ancient woods. As Jette ran, the primal energies within her surged, responding to the untamed call of her Wolfblood heritage. With each stride, a transformation unfolded—a metamorphosis guided by the echoes of the ancient pact that coursed through her veins.

Drew, breathless and entranced, followed Jette's trail into the moonlit depths of the forest. The shadows whispered tales of mysteries and magic, and the rhythmic pounding of his heart echoed the urgency of the chase.

In a moonlit clearing, the transformation reached its zenith. Jette, surrounded by the ancient energies, underwent a profound change. Her form shifted, fur sprouting like a cascade of snowflakes, her limbs elongating into the sleek contours of a white wolf. The air shimmered with magic as the transformation completed, leaving behind the majestic creature that now stood in the moonlit glade.

Drew, emerging from the shadows, beheld the white wolf