The wolf stepped into the forest, disappearing among the thick trunks. Marianne followed closely behind. The officer, worried, signaled for the rest to stay alert. The group pressed on, flashlights stabbing through the darkness, revealing a tapestry of gnarled roots and swaying branches.
As they ventured deeper, a sense of looming dread settled on them. Under the canopy of leaves, the moonlight was dim, replaced by the darting glow of flashlights. The wind whispered through the pines, an eerie lullaby that set everyone’s nerves on edge. Still, the wolf led them deeper.