*Scott's POV*

I stood before the sacred cemetery, ready for anything. This eerie place, hidden deep within the heart of the dense forest, held the remains of ancient lycans who had once walked the earth. It was said that their spirits lingered, guarding the secrets and power that lay dormant beneath the soil. The atmosphere was heavy with an otherworldly presence, and the air seemed to thicken, as if the very essence of the place rejected intruders like me.

As I approached the entrance, the wrought iron gates loomed before me, entwined with twisted vines. The ironwork was rusted and twisted, a stark contrast to the deep darkness beyond. The...