Chapter 48

• The lone wolf, Kael, a vigilant scout from the Crescent Moon Pack, weaved through the shadows. His fur, a blend of darkness and moonlight, camouflaged him seamlessly. He had been on intense patrol duty for hours, his sharp ears picking up even the faintest of sounds. He caught a whiff of something unsettling as he approached a moonlit clearing, his duty was to patrol the borders and report any suspicious activity.
• Kael padded silently through the underbrush, his paws barely making a sound. He stopped at the clearing, sniffing the air, and he detected a faint scent of blood and magic. He frowned, feeling a surge of dread. Curiosity piqued, and the wolf traced the ominous trail, hoping to find the source of the disturbance.
• The source of the scent was clear - the faint trail of blood led to a nearby cave, hidden by vines and rocks. Hushed voices and growls could be heard from the cave at a distance, he crept closer, his heart racing with anticipation, and peered through the entrance. What he saw made his fur stand on end with horror, and his sharp eyes widened in shock as he took in the disturbing scene, the moonlight revealing the gruesome details of a sacrificial site.