命运的拥抱
The full moon loomed large in the night sky casting an eerie glow over the dark forest. within its shadowy depth, something stirred. something primal and dangerous
A pack of werewolves roamed through the woods, their keen sense heightened by the moons power. Their fur bristled with excitement as they hunted their prey, stalking silently through the underbrush.
Suddenly, there was a howl - a long mournful cry that echoed through the trees. it was a signal to the others, a cry to gather together and prepare for the hunt.
And then, one by one they transformed. Their bodies twisted and contorted, bones cracking and shifting as they took their lupine forms. soon, the woods were filled with snarls and growls, as the werewolves set off in search of their next victim.
For those who lived in the nearby town, it was a night of terror -a night when the beast of legend came out to play. And for one young woman in particular, it was a beginning of a terrifying journey into the heart of werewolves mythos
Juno_Writes · Urban
