The Wolf God's presence filled the air like a storm, its raw power radiating from the dark figure that loomed before them. Erin stood at the altar, her wrist-mark blazing with an ethereal silver light, but her eyes were wide with awe and fear. The massive wolf—its fur black as midnight, eyes glowing like burning embers—towered over them, its form both magnificent and terrifying.
Raynor's heart raced as the ground beneath their feet trembled with the weight of the creature's presence. The Wolf God, awakened from its slumber by Erin's touch, now loomed in the clearing, filling the space with an overwhelming aura. It was as though time itself had stopped, the world held in the breathless moment between Erin and the ancient beast.
Raynor stepped forward instinctively, his hand tightening on
