36

Ariana

Today is the night of the full moon.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its ethereal light upon the forest as Lucas and I continued our training. The connection with our wolf forms had grown stronger over time, allowing us to navigate the dense underbrush with grace and agility. The night air was cool against my skin, and the rustling leaves provided a soothing backdrop to our movements.

As we practiced our combat techniques, the distant howling of wolves reached our ears. My head tilted, and Lucas and I exchanged curious glances. "Did you hear that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lucas nodded, his eyes scanning the area. "It sounds like wolves. Let's check it out."

We followed the sound deeper into the forest, our senses heightened. The howling grew louder, yet something about it seemed off—unnatural. It was as if the howls were a twisted melody, haunting and otherworldly.

Then, abruptly, the howling ceased, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. We exchanged pu