Chapter 109: Echoes of the Past

As we made our way back through the treacherous forest, the Silverwood heart carefully packed in Nathanial's bag, I couldn't shake the sense of foreboding that had settled over me. The air seemed heavier, the shadows longer, as if the very forest was whispering secrets meant only for me.

That night, as we set up camp under a canopy of ancient trees, exhaustion finally claimed me. I drifted off into a fitful sleep, only to be plunged into a vivid dream unlike any I had experienced before.

I found myself standing in a grand hall, the walls adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of werewolves and humans living in harmony. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the low murmur of voices. In the center of the hall stood a large, ornate table, around which were gathered figures dressed in elaborate robes.

I approached the table, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity. As I drew closer, the figures turned to face me. I gasped, recognizing their faces from old family p