CHLOE
As I approached the stone well, an air of timelessness enveloped me. The stones were rough and moss-covered, each one telling a story of the years it had stood in silence. I could feel the weight of the forest around me, pressing in with a subtle intensity that both exhilarated and unnerved me. My wolf stirred, sensing the ancient magic that clung to this place.
I stepped closer, the cool breeze rustling the leaves above me, and peered down into the depths of the well. The darkness swallowed the light, and I couldn't see the bottom. I took a deep breath, steadying myself against the unease that crept up my spine. This was part of the journey; I had to trust that I was meant to be here.
Remembering the shopkeeper's directions, I scanned the area around the well. To the left, a narr
