CHAPTER 36 - White Wolf

Lyra Professor Harbringer went on, and as he did, I found myself hanging on his every word, the tales of White Wolves and their extraordinary abilities making my pulse quicken with curiosity. Professor Harbringer leaned against the lectern, his eyes sweeping over the lecture hall. "White Wolves possess a rare and ancient power," he explained, his voice resonating with reverence. "They are not born by chance, but rather when a need arises to protect a pack who has served the Moon Goddess well from a devastating threat." His words sent a shiver down my spine. I leaned forward in my seat, my pen hovering over my notebook, eager to capture every detail. A student in the front row raised her hand. "Professor, what kind of threat are we talking about?" Professor Harbringer smiled, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mystery. "Threats that could wipe out entire packs, my dear. Plagues, curses, dark magic - the kind of dangers that require a special guardian to overcome." Murmurs of awe