That night, when I thought it was a thing of the past, I was once again assaulted by restless dreams. This time, I found myself back in the forest where I had first encountered Alessandro and his pack. However, this time, the forest was not only dark but eerily empty – no cicadas' chirping or fireflies dancing among the bushes.
The stillness was absolute, almost thick. I walked cautiously, fearing even the sound of my bare feet brushing against the ground might disturb the imposed calm. Following a path marked by thick, towering trees, I wasn't sure what I was seeking exactly. In dreams, your feet move of their own accord until I heard the unmistakable sounds of growls, bites, and sharp howls violently tearing through the silence of the night.
I ran towards the source of the cacophony, m
