The Wolf tilted its massive head. It stepped forward into the light, sniffing the air. Elena squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact of crushing jaws. Instead, a soft, familiar whimper cut through the cold air.
The temperature dropped rapidly. Her breath came in ragged white puffs as she pushed through the dense undergrowth. She called out for Leo, her voice swallowed instantly by the oppressive canopy. Then, she heard it. [S1E4] The Wolf
From that night on, Elena never feared the dark woods again. And on the night of the full moon, she always left a small wooden flute on the stone wall at the edge of the trees. The Wolf tilted its massive head
Elena didn't waste a second. She knelt down, gently gathered her sleeping brother into her arms, and backed away slowly. The Wolf stood motionless, a silent sentinel in the dark, watching them until they successfully breached the edge of the forest and reached the safety of the torchlit village. Instead, a soft, familiar whimper cut through the cold air
The woods of Blackwood Forest were never truly silent, but on the night of the fourth full moon, the air grew thick with a heavy, suffocating dread.
Elena's heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She knew running was useless.