The forest was silent, save for the whisper of leaves caught in a wind that seemed to come from nowhere, the air thick with something ancient. Caitlyn walked deeper into the woods, the voice from the Hollow Fang still echoing in her mind, pulling her forward. She couldn’t ignore it—not now, not when the call had grown so strong. It was no longer a whisper, but a presence, an invitation. It was the pull of something that felt both wrong and... right.

The trees grew thicker as she moved further away from the camp, the path winding and twisting in unnatural ways. She didn’t know how long she had been...