Some people were already on their knees, trembling, their foreheads pressed into the bloodstained dirt as if worshipping a god who had just stepped out of myth. Others only stood frozen, unable to decide if they should kneel or run.
Elder James was the first to break the silence. His lips trembled, his voice shaky as he spoke, “I… I must ask. Who are you? Are you truly… the almighty Master Orion returned from the grave?”
The word almighty rolled like thunder across the crowd, making every werewolf stiffen. His voice betrayed awe, but also fear...the kind of fear that gnawed at a man’s spine when he realized the stories he dismissed as myth had clawed their way into reality.
The murmurs started again, faster, more frantic.
“Impossible… Master Orion died centuries ago.”
“No… look at him
