As I navigated through the dense forest, the memories of the past few weeks weighed heavily on my mind. The pack was healing, but I knew the journey was far from over. My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden and eerie stillness that enveloped the trees around me, the kind that made every instinct scream to turn back. But I had no choice; the call of the sirens was too strong to resist.
It started a few days ago. Strange dreams haunted my nights—visions of a small island surrounded by fog, where ethereal voices whispered my name. At first, I dismissed them as remnants of the stress I had been under, but the dreams persisted, becoming more vivid and impossible to ignore. I knew I had to follow the call, even if it meant leaving the pack behind for a while.
