Moonlit heart

Chapter 11: The Prophecy Revealed

Elena stood her ground as the rogue wolf hesitated, its growl subsiding into uncertain whimpers. She could sense its inner turmoil and desperation, as if the anger that had driven it to attack was a mere mask for deeper pain. Kellan remained beside her, watching carefully, but she could feel the protective energy radiating between them, binding them together as they faced the beast.

“Please, listen to me,” Elena urged, lowering herself slightly so she wouldn’t appear threatening. “I can help you find peace.”

Stepping closer, she reached out a hand, palm open, inviting trust. The rogue c****d its head, confusion evident in its eyes, which glowed faintly in the darkening woods. Suddenly, the creature shifted backward, snapping out of its stupor, as if realizing it was cornered. It turned to bolt into the trees, but Elena shouted, “Wait!”

“Don’t chase it,” Kellan said, grabbing her arm gently to keep her from pursuing. “We need a plan.”

“No, Kellan. I can feel it. It needs saving,” she insisted. “I can reach it. I have to try!”

Kellan hesitated, but as Elena met his eyes, he saw the determination burning in her gaze. Reluctantly, he stepped back, allowing Elena to take the lead. With deep breaths, she tuned into the energy of the forest her connection to it expanding in ways she had never experienced before.

“Elena,” Kellan warned, his voice low but taut with anticipation, “be careful.”

Elena focused on the rogue, letting her instincts guide her. She murmured softly, hoping to soothe the animal without fright and violence. “You’re not alone. I’m here. You can trust me.”

With trepidation, she stepped deeper into the shadows, seeking the rogue while keeping her presence calm and open. As she moved, the world around her faded, and her senses heightened—she became acutely aware of every rustling leaf, the scent of the earth, and the beating of her own heart.

Just ahead, she spotted the rogue again, crouched on the ground. Its eyes were wild but filled with an unmistakable sadness.

“Elena—” Kellan warned again, but this time, she chose to ignore him. Instead, she extended her hand slowly toward the wolf.

“It’s okay,” she said.