The smell grows stronger with each step, but something else accompanies it now: a strange, unnatural mist that seems to glow faintly red in the moonlight. It clings low to the ground, swirling around my ankles like living smoke. My vision blurs as I breathe it in, making me dizzy and disoriented.
“Help me…” The voice comes again, weaker this time, more desperate.
I push forward despite the growing fog, my healing nature overriding any concern for my own safety. Someone is dying out here, and I can’t ignore their call. Whatever this mist is, whatever danger may be lurking in these shadows, it doesn’t matter. Someone needs me.
The metallic tang of blood becomes overwhelming as I stumble through the red haze, my hands stretched out in front of me to avoid walking into a tree. My wolf, who
