Brody tried to flee, but it was too late. The wolf's gaze held him in place, and he felt an unseen force drag him towards the tree. He struggled and snarled, but was pulled inexorably into the trunk's dark opening.
As he stumbled through the narrow passage, Brody's senses reeled from the strange energy surrounding him. He emerged into a vast, dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of old power.
At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat a majestic figure with piercing eyes. Brody felt his knees weaken as their gaze fell upon him.
"Welcome, Brody," the figure said, its voice like a gentle breeze, yet carrying the weight of mountains. "I am the Emissary of The Order. You have been brought here for your...enlightenment."
Brody's mind reeled as the Emissary's words dripped
