Chapter 4 — Whispers of Power

Kenzie

The morning light filtered through the dense canopy of the Whispering Woods, casting a soft, ethereal glow on the forest floor. As Riely and I stepped into the woods, the familiar scent of pine and damp earth filled my nose, more potent than ever before. My senses were on high alert, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs amplified, as if the forest itself was speaking to me. I knew these woods were sacred, the site of the first werewolf pack's formation, and the whispers seemed to echo ancient lore and rituals.