The valley, once echoing with the growls and snarls of clashing wolves, now fell into a deafening silence. Every wolf—whether fighting for Lord Derek or Lord Rahul—froze mid-battle, their instincts alerting them to a new and unfamiliar danger. The air had shifted. It was thick with something ancient, something darker than any of them had ever known.
Derek, still in his wolf form, turned his gaze toward the source of the howl that had pierced the battlefield. Emerging from the shadows of the nearby forest were figures cloaked in darkness—tall, lean, and menacing. Their movements were unnaturally fluid, their bodies twisted with an aura that radiated malevolence. These were no ordinary wolves or vampires. These were the Forgotten Ones, the ancient beings long thought to be mere myths whispered in old legends.
