The Curse of Ravenglen

sed down through generations. The elders spoke of a monstrous creature, a werewolf, who roamed the wood

ilver-tipped arrow, she ventured into the forest on the night of the blood moon. The air was thick with mist,

heart raced as she spun around, her eyes catching a glimpse of glowing amber eyes staring at her. The creature emerged, i

ge, held a glimmer of sadness. Lena hesitated, her arrow drawn. Sudd

let out a haunting cry. The werewolf collapsed, transforming before her

a villager, had been trapped in the form of a beast for years. In his final breath, he revealed that

na, forever changed, understood the truth. Sometime