The night was quiet as I walked through the forest, the cool air a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the day. My heart was still racing from the dream, the vivid images of James battling that monstrous creature lingering in my mind. I had never felt so connected to someone before, as if I had been there with him, fighting alongside him.
I reached out with my senses, searching for any sign of him. The forest was thick with shadows, the trees towering over me like ancient sentinels. The moonlight barely pierced through the canopy, casting eerie patterns on the ground. I could feel the presence of the pack all around me, their emotions a distant hum in the back of my mind, but James was different. His energy was more intense, more focused, like a beacon in the darkness.
