JC POV
As the first rays of the sun timidly crept over the horizon, we departed from the sleepy village. Klinton, with his trusty spirit wolf by his side, skillfully navigated the rugged terrain to track down Melody. The air was heavy with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung in the silence of the early morning. The scent of dew-kissed grass mingled with the earthy aroma of the forest, heightening our senses as we neared our destination.
The sound of distant birdsong filled the air, a gentle symphony that contrasted with the urgency of our mission. The thief, Alec, was visibly on edge, his nerves frayed by the weight of the task at hand. The ethereal realm of spirits, restless and agitated, seemed to echo his unease, their presence felt in every rustle of leaves and every whispering wind.
