Tyler stared at the massive wolf, his breath caught in his throat. The golden eyes gleamed with intensity, a mirror of his own but filled with an ancient wisdom—and a warning.
"Tyler," Amara whispered, clutching his arm. "What... who is that?"
He couldn’t answer. His father, or what appeared to be his father, had been dead for years. Yet here he was, towering over them in a form that seemed impossibly powerful, both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
The corrupted wolves snarled, their hesitation shifting to aggression as they lunged forward. Before Tyler could react, the massive wolf bared its teeth and let out a thunderous roar that shook the forest. The sound was so commanding that the corrupted wolves froze mid-attack, their bodies trembling.
With a single, fluid motion, the massive wol
