The first sign was the sickness. A strange, debilitating illness began to spread through the village, affecting both humans and werewolves alike. It wasn't the silver-induced transformation; this was different. This was a creeping malaise, marked by fever, disorientation, and a disturbing lethargy that seemed to sap the very life force from its victims. Sable, despite her extensive knowledge of herbal remedies and potions, was baffled. None of her usual treatments seemed to work. The illness defied her understanding, its insidious nature suggesting a far more potent and unknown origin.
Panic, a familiar shadow, began to creep back into the village. The hard-won trust, the tentative bridges built between humans and werewolves, began to crumble under the weight of fear. Whispers of betrayal
