One fateful night, under the silver glow of a full moon, Alex found himself drawn to the wild outskirts of the city where the boundary between civilization and wilderness blurred. In the dense, fog-laden forest, he was suddenly enveloped by the piercing howls of a werewolf pack. The sound was raw and primal, a haunting symphony that stirred emotions deep within him.
Emerging from the shadows, the werewolves moved with an unrestrained grace and power that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. Their eyes, aglow with feral light, watched Alex with a mixture of caution and curiosity. In that moment, the torrents of emotion—the fear, the awe, and a strange kinship—overwhelmed him. The moonlit howls were a vivid reminder that the supernatural was not merely a collection of myths, but a living, breathing force that could both inspire and devastate.