CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY - TWO - THE MYSTERIOUS PACK

"And she lives out here, all alone?" Anna asked, glancing at the dark trees surrounding them. Magnus nodded. "Aye, she's a recluse. Doesn't much care for company, from what I've heard." A distant howl echoed through the trees, causing Anna to jump. "What was that?" "Just wolves," Freya said calmly. "Normal ones, not like us. Still, we should keep watch tonight. I'll take first shift." As Anna settled into her tent, she found sleep elusive. The forest seemed to come alive at night, filled with rustling and strange calls. When she finally drifted off, her dreams were filled with shadowy figures and glowing eyes. The next morning dawned grey and misty. They broke camp quickly, eager to cover more ground. As they walked, Anna couldn't shake the feeling that the trees were watching them, their gnarled branches reaching out like grasping fingers. "Does anyone else feel like we're being followed?" she asked, her voice tight with anxiety. Before Freya or Magnus could respond, a figure s