[Aditya's POV]
Gallop! Gallop! Gallop!
In the dark forest, only the sound of crickets and the rhythmic galloping of my steed filled the air. The dense canopy of trees above obscured the moonlight, casting shadows that danced eerily with every movement. Fenrir sat in front with tongue out and ears perked, his pup form betraying none of the ferocity he was capable of. His sharp eyes scanned the path ahead as if sensing unseen dangers. I tightened my grip on the reins, the weight of the journey settling in once more.
The forest was alive with whispers—branches swaying in the cool wind, leaves rustling like voices carrying secrets of the past. Every sound seemed amplified in the stillness, and yet, I found solace in the rhythmic cadence of my steed's hooves against the earth.
