Varg Pov

Jacob ran a hand through his hair, his usually steady demeanor replaced by unease. “Pure evil? You think it could’ve been…” He trailed off, unwilling to finish the thought.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, my fists clenching as frustration and fear churned inside me. “But I’ve never seen anything like it. Those eyes… Jacob, it wasn’t just a wolf.”

Silence hung between us, the weight of the encounter pressing down like a heavy stone. The forest, once so alive with its usual nocturnal sounds, now felt suffocatingly quiet, as though even nature itself was wary of the creature.

Jacob broke the silence with a soft exhale, his breath...