Chapter 130

• The night over the werewolf estate was calm, bathed in the soft glow of a full moon. The estate, nestled deep within a dense forest, was usually a sanctuary for the pack, a place where they could roam freely, confident in their isolation from the human world.
• Tonight, however, the tranquility was deceptive, soon to be disrupted in a way no one expected.
• A low hum began to stir in the distance, faint at first, almost like a whisper on the wind. The werewolves, sensitive to every sound, lifted their heads, their sharp ears twitching in curiosity and caution. The hum grew louder, more distinct, until it became clear that something was approaching—something unnatural.