*Ariella*
Out of the shadows of the forest, a crazed-looking werewolf emerges, its eyes wild and untamed. Its fur is matted and its posture aggressive, a stark contrast to the calm and composed Kieran I’ve come to know. The creature’s growl is low and menacing, reverberating through the air and sending a chill down my spine.
Kieran doesn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he shifts, the transformation swift and seamless. His human form dissolves into that of a powerful wolf, majestic and commanding. His fur is sleek, the color of midnight, and his eyes, though still familiar, hold a fierce determination. The difference between him and the crazed werewolf is striking; Kieran exudes control and strength, while the other seems driven by nothing but pure instinct.
The two wolves face off, cir
