Fitfully, Maxine tossed and turned in her bed. Sleep was restless and unpeaceful. Then, the darkness behind her closed eyelids suddenly gave way to a scene that she was trying to forget—a dense and shadowy forest extending endlessly in every direction. The air was fraught with tension, and oppressive silence was torn only by the faint rustle of leaves and the howling of wolves somewhere in the distance.
She found herself standing at the edge of a familiar clearing—the same place where she had followed Leo only days before. The moon cast an eerie glow over the landscape and illuminated the figures emerging from the shadows: Leo, his face twisted in a sinister smile, and a group of wolves with eyes that shone unnaturally in the dark. The threat of them was palpable, and Maxine's heart raced
