The moon hung low in the night sky, casting its silvery glow on the hidden corners of Chloe's world. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and anticipation as Chloe, now a werewolf, patrolled the edges of the supernatural and mortal realms. The ritual had left her with a heightened sense of awareness, a fusion of strength and vulnerability.
As Chloe moved through the shadows, she sensed a presence—a familiar aura that set her on edge. Caleb emerged from the darkness, his figure cloaked in moonlight. His eyes, once filled with resentment, now held a different emotion—vulnerability.
"Chloe," Caleb spoke, his voice carrying a tone of unexpected sincerity. "I need to talk to you."
Chloe regarded him with a mix of caution and curiosity. "What do you want, Caleb? Another confrontation?"
Caleb sighed, his gaze momentarily dropping before meeting hers again. "No more games, Chloe. I... I need you to know the truth."
