Ryder stood at the edge of the field, rain pouring down relentlessly, soaking him to the bone. He strained to see through the downpour, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the figure he had been chasing. His heart pounded in his chest, his breaths ragged as he fought to control his racing thoughts.And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure halted. In that split moment, Ryder's eyes locked onto a pair of piercing, intense eyes staring back at him - eyes that seemed to penetrate his very soul with another standing behind. The figure’s face was obscured by the darkness and the rain, adding an extra layer of mystery and fear to the encounter.Ryder’s voice trembled as he called out, “Who are you? What do you want? Where is my brother?” Though his voice was barely audible over the deafening noise of the storm, he hoped that his words had reached the enigmatic figure before him.A sinister chuckle echoed through the air, carried by the wind and rain. “If you wish to see

Luna tossed and turned in her bed, her mind restlessly floating between vivid dreams and the realm of reality. As the moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the room, Luna's slumber grew increasingly disturbed. Her eyebrows knitted together in worry, her fingers clenched tight around the edges of her blanket.It was then that she fell into a terrifying nightmare, its macabre scenes unfolding before her eyes like a haunting tragedy. Luna found herself standing in a dense forest, enveloped by an inexplicable darkness. The familiar scent of pine trees and damp earth filled her senses, but there was an unsettling heaviness resting in the air.A bone-chilling howl pierced through the night, turning Luna's blood to ice. Her heart raced as she desperately scanned her surroundings, searching for the source of the sound. Suddenly, a pair of glowing red eyes emerged from the shadows. They were fixated on her, their predatory gaze hauntingly familiar. It was a wolf.Luna's eyes wide

Adrian was taken aback by the sight of Luna. He had a nagging feeling of being watched, causing him to turn his head in every direction in search of the source.Luna's penetrating amber eyes locked onto him, her wolf form displaying clear suspicion. Gradually, she shifted into her human form, her appearance resembling that of a goddess illuminated by the moonlight, with her silver-glowing hair.Her enticing curves left Adrian momentarily speechless, unable to find the right words."Luna," he whispered as she approached him, moving with an enchanting grace. His primal instincts reveled in her presence."What are you doing here?" she asked, scanning the forest with anxious eyes, hoping to spot someone.Curiosity peaked, he stepped closer to her, only to see her take a step back. It pained him to witness her fear of him."Who were you talking to?" she asked again, her voice tinged with apprehension.The urge to confess was overwhelming, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the truth.

It had been nearly a week since Ryder had received any news about his brother, and the anticipation was starting to weigh on him. The secret letter he had received from Alan had been disappointingly devoid of any important information. As Ryder paced back and forth in his study, his mind couldn't help but wander to the whereabouts of his dear brother. Visions of his brother being hunted down and enduring unimaginable torture plagued Ryder's thoughts, leaving him with a heavy heart and a restless mind.The study in which Ryder found himself was a sanctuary from the outside world. The walls were adorned with shelves filled to the brim with books of all genres, offering solace and escape. Rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Ryder's attention was momentarily diverted as he glanced out the window, observing the weather outside. The sky was a pristine blue, with fluffy clouds lazily floating by. It seemed like a picture-perfect day, completely at o

the hooded man, now back in his human form, dragged Asher towards the looming silhouette of the abandoned castle, a twisted grin danced upon his lips. The weight of his victory settled upon his shoulders, fueling his resolve to push Asher deeper into the depths of suffering.The castle stood as a haunting monument to their macabre dance, the dilapidated walls exuding an air of desolation and despair. It welcomed them back with open arms, as if the very stones themselves thirsted for the agony that would soon unfold within its decaying chambers.With a sadistic gleam in his eyes, the hooded man forced Asher through the castle's threshold, the heavy door closing behind them, sealing their fate. The air inside hung heavy with the residue of anguish, the echoes of past torments permeating every crevice.In the chamber of horrors, where their twisted encounters had taken place countless times before, the hooded man fastened Asher to the cold, unforgiving stone wall. The chains rattled with