The forest stretched endlessly before Selene, its shadows weaving an intricate dance under the glow of the full moon. Every sound was amplified: the rustling of leaves, the soft hoot of an owl, the distant howls of wolves that resonated deep within her chest. She followed the grey wolf, its powerful form moving effortlessly through the underbrush.
Her senses were alive in ways she couldn’t comprehend. The scent of pine was sharper now, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. She could feel the subtle vibrations of life all around her—the tiny footsteps of a scurrying mouse, the flutter of a bird settling into its nest. It was overwhelming, but exhilarating.
The wolf stopped suddenly, its mismatched eyes glinting as it turned to face her. You’ve felt the pull for years, haven’t you?
