Ryan

I sat hunched over ancient texts in the Moonshadow Pack's library, the musty smell of old books filling my nostrils. Wista stood beside me, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"This passage here," I said, pointing to a faded script. "It mentions a powerful witch who once lived in these parts."

Wista leaned in closer, squinting at the text. "Yes, I see. It says she wielded dark magic and caused great harm to the packs." She peered closer. "That was over eight hundred ...