Elder Zane stood at the edge of the woods, the weight of the night pressing heavily upon his shoulders. The elder had received a letter earlier that day, a letter that had left him unsettled and curious. It was from the witch Clarissa, an enemy to the werewolf clan, requesting a meeting of great importance. She had mentioned knowing his secret, topic too sensitive to ignore.The Elder’s heart was heavy with apprehension as he stepped further into the woods, the soft crunch of leaves beneath his feet the only sound in the otherwise silent night. He was alone, aware that this meeting was forbidden and fraught with danger, but his curiosity and concern overrode his better judgment. He needed to know what Clarissa had to say.
As he approached the designated meeting spot, he saw a figure cloake
