THE BLOOD OF A WEREWOLF

eathing became deeper and more intense. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and she stumble

ed through her body. The pain was gone, and she felt stronger than e

he trees, and she felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips. Then she heard a voice in her head saying, "Welcome to the world of

watching you, and we believe that you have the potential to do great things." "I don't understand," Mary said. "What are you talking about?" "We are the guardians of

Will you accept our gift?" Mary thought for a moment. She was not sure what to make of this strange offer, but she felt a sense of peace an

f she could feel the trees around her breathing as well. She felt the earth beneath her feet, and it was like she could feel its pulse. "Open your hear

the world as it truly is." When Mary opened her eyes, she gasped. The trees around her were no longer just trees; they were living, breathing beings fi

ponsibility, but you also have great power. Use it wisely, and know that we will always be there to guide you." Mary felt a sense of awe and wonder, bu

We will always be with you, and we will guide you on your journey." With those words, I

that she had a sacred duty to protect them. She felt a sense

their guidance, and soon she came to a clearing. There, in the center of the clearing, was a tree unlike any she had ever seen before. It was massive, with branches t

lling a story that she couldn't quite understand. But she felt a connection to the tree, and she knew that it was trying to tell her something important. Sud

seemed to be radiating a strange light. "Who are you?" Mary asked, her voice shaking. "My name is Jareth," the figure said. "I am a guardian of the fores

." Mary was still trying to process all of this information. "What is my destiny?" she asked. "You must discover that for yourself," Jareth said. "But I can give