DARK SHADES NOT SHADOWS

Chapter 1: The Awakening

In the quiet solitude of the forest, Ulrica's eyes fluttered open to the soft caress of moonlight. She gasped as the memories of her transformation flooded back, her body aching and her mind filled with confusion. As she struggled to regain her bearings, a deep growl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down her spine.

Ulrica stumbled to her feet, her senses heightened, and her body still trembling from the remnants of the beast's power. A flicker of fear danced in her eyes as she realized the implications of her newfound nature. She had become one of them—a werewolf.

Driven by a desperate need for answers, Ulrica ventured deeper into the forest, following the scent of her kind. Her heart raced with a mix of trepidation and excitement as she approached a hidden clearing. There, bathed in moonlight, stood a pack of werewolves, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

As Ulrica cautiously approached the pack, their leader, a formidable figure with eyes the color of midnight, stepped forward. His name was Fenrir, an enigmatic alpha with a haunted past and a fierce determination to protect his pack.

Fenrir studied Ulrica with a mix of suspicion and intrigue. He recognized the uncertainty in her eyes, the fear that mirrored his own. Sensing the turmoil within her, he extended a hand, offering guidance and understanding.

"Ulrica, daughter of the moon," Fenrir's voice resonated with a deep, commanding tone. "Welcome to our pack. You are one of us now."