The eerie silence that followed Kane’s retreat lingered like a dark cloud over Ashen Hollow. The streets, still littered with debris and the blood of those who had fought, were unnervingly quiet. The Bloodmoon wolves had vanished into the forest, but their presence, their violence, still echoed through the town. For a brief moment, there was a flicker of hope—a sense that perhaps they had weathered the storm.
But that hope was short-lived.
As the dust settled, it wasn’t just the town’s physical scars that began to show—it was the deep, festering wounds in the community itself. The battle had brought more than just destruction to Ashen Hollow. It had exposed the fragile foundations of trust between the humans and the supernaturals. And now, with Kane’s wolves waiting just beyond the treel
