changed. The violet eyes that once sparkled with innocence now reflected determination and a restless yearning

g white magic and perfecting her knowledge of healing herbs. Each plant, each magical word, brought her close

. Always

ver glow. The moonlight caressed her skin, and she felt a pull inside-a

g it touches. One day you'll u

s's death, the wolves' howls, the silver br

and O

ut avoided meeting her intense gaze. Some said she spoke with the forest, that the moon whispered

it by pale light. She heard echoes of distant howls and felt the silver bracelet burn softly on

e whispered into the void. "What h

us Disap

, Elian, the blacksmith's son. Then Mara, who used to sing by the river at sunset. No one saw or he

al square. The air was thick with fear. Brel, t

deep voice echoing. "The werewolves take ou

ose words didn't add up. She had read about the northern pack-fierce, yes, but distant. They h

hey telling us

flection, her heart pounding. She couldn't stand by any longer. The disappearanc

ng was c

ura whispered, tightening the bracelet on her wrist

o the forest. The night was full of sec