ine stood frozen beside him, her breath shallow with fear. The animal's low growl echoed through the forest a

re to himself than to Catherin

eeth. Igwe had never seen a wolf like this before. There was something unnatural about it, something that felt w

a whisper. Catherine didn't say a word, but her wide

. The creature let out a warning snarl, but Igwe's calmness seemed to ha

body shuddering, as if torn between two instincts. Igwe's voice becam

and now just inches from the wer

ign to move closer. He carefully placed his hand on the werewolf's side, feeling the warmth of its

in a soft, comforting tone, not knowing if the creature un

e said, his voice barely audible. Catherine, still standing fro

wolf. It had an unnatural sheen to it, and there was a scar on its leg that looked as though it

e the creature's leg, but Igwe couldn't shake the fee