ke sense of the impossible scene before her. The monstrous wolf, the eerie clear

g with confusion and anger, let out a deafening roar that sent chills down Julie's sp

strength and defiance. The staff in her hand pulsed with a soft, ethereal glo

aggression seemed to wane. It whimpered again, its gaze darti

e. "Elara! What... what are you doing?" she shouted, her

s for a fleeting moment. "No time to explain, Julie!" she

resence, its every breath a guttural rumble that shook the clearing. But Elara's song, now imbued with a sense of urgency,

, a figure emerged from the shadows at the edge of the clearing. It

age and wisdom. The stranger's eyes, the same shade of silver as the moon

p and gravelly. "You shouldn't be exerting yo

ave. The staff's glow dimmed slightly. The wolf, sensing her weak

uldn't just stand there and watch Elara be attacked. Without thinking,

he creature. But the sudden attack was enough of a distraction. The wo

ining energy into the song, the staff pulsing with renewed light. The clearing vibrat

ssive bow, its eyes filled with an unsettling resignation. Then, with a final mournful whin

breathing and the crackling of leaves beneath Julie's trembling

d, her voice laced with concern as

evident on her face. "I... I think so," she ga

eed," they said, their voice filled with quiet curiosity. "An unexpected display of pow

ered. "Gift? What are you talking about

You see, you are not just the village elder's daughter; you are a descendant of the Song Weavers, a

lief coloring her voice. "Song Weavers? That's ju

usness. "No legend, child. A forgotten past, hidden to protect both them and the wo

h her beautiful voice that could silence even the most boisterous Alpha child, descended from a linea

er voice gaining strength despite her exhaustion, "why keep it a

ong Weavers is a double-edged sword," they explained. "Used wisely, it can bring harmony between humans and nature

s you keep mentioning? What does it have to

opping to a low whisper, "foretells the return of the Shadow Howl, a monstrous wolf corrupted by ancient darkness.

ountered – could it be the Shadow Howl of the prophecy? And

ng," Julie stammered, trying to process the

immer of hope flickering in their eyes. "But whether it can truly control

them. Just then, a low, mournful cry echoed from the depths of the forest. It was a sound diff

. A pang of sympathy flickered in her eyes. "It... it sounds lost,

ra unknowingly projected. As if guided by an invisible hand, Julie and Elara fo

thick canopy. The mournful cries grew louder, more despera

a magnificent white wolf, its fur shimmering like moonlight, its eyes filled with an unimagin

lling, bone-chilling laugh. A shadowy figure emerged from behind a massive oak, its form sh

ing with venom. "It's time for you to return to the darkness. Toget

ghtmare of a monster cloaked in darkness, wielding unnatural power. And in its horrifying presenc