The night was quiet, heavy with mist and strange whispers from the woods as Sabina rode along the crooked path leading away from Dam-Nighade Pack. Her heart pounded violently — every sound, every rustle of leaves made her clutch the reins tighter.
She had never been this far from home, and never on such a dangerous errand. The Luna’s order echoed in her mind like a curse.
“Find a sorcerer… before dawn.”
As the moon slipped behind thick clouds, she reached the border of Brothstone Pack — a land shrouded in rumors of witchcraft and forbidden dealings. Sabina dismounted, leading her horse by the reins as the forest swallowed her whole.
For hours, she wandered through thick mist until she reached a faintly glowing cottage tucked beneath an ancient willow. Strange charms hung from its branc
