The sky abruptly darkened, shrouding the full moon in lightning and thunderstorms. Wild winds whipped through the woods, coaxing tree leaves into a rhythmic dance.
A figure resembling Cinderella, clad in an elegant black skirt, fled desperately from her charming prince. He watched her from afar, his face etched with cold, enigmatic indifference.
Torrential raindrops began to pour from the darkened sky, drenching everything in the woods. Tension hung heavy in the air as an eerie aura emanated from Alpha Alvin, who remained fixed on the direction she had fled.
His frustration with her grew, his patience dwindling. He was pissed off at her patheticness.
In the blink of an eye, he strode out of the glade and vanished into the dark woods.
Annabelle, running blindly through the darkened forest, struggled to see where she was going. Rain relentlessly pelted her, as if accusing her of some transgression.
