Werewolf Revenge

aze of a time-worn moon, blind to th

n the glow of domestic mirth. Unbeknownst to them, their tranquil night was

midnight, Eldenwood transformed into the back

Rachel's dwelling. The night resonated with the sounds of conflict, unde

pleas for mercy dissipated into the still night, unheard by all except the lurking shadows

wined with the town's hidden lore, he watched the calamity with a heart heavy with grief yet

uring ancient spells, he enveloped Rachel in a mystical force. The atmosphere crackled with supern

with Brown's mysterious existence. As she opened her eyes, now shining wit

: "Who are you? Wh

Name's Brown, guardian of Eldenwood's deep-se

wilderment and thankf

r paths are linked, Rachel. Eldenw

glade, home to an age-old witch, Mara. The grove buzzed with magi

Rachel over. The woods seemed to acknowledge her, a

meone shadow-touched. What's he

fter truths and retribution for her

standing: "So be it. But

e in its silver luminescence. Mara, tracing ancient symbols into the ear

Eldenwood flow through you. Aw

ed by Mara's chants, felt a wave of might flood her being. He

urge of energy: "Wha

born, Rachel. A formidable werewolf, carved by t

untapped power. The moon, privy to her transformation, endowed