The moon hung low in the inky sky, casting long shadows through the dense woods.
Mara had been having internal issues over her place in The Syndicates.
Being amongst the topmost secret weapons and not among the Matriarchs made her feel humiliated.
She needed a place to vent her frustration and the woods were the only place she could do so without interference.
As she navigated the labyrinthine paths, a howl echoed through the night, sending shivers down her spine. Mara's senses heightened as she moved with the grace of a seasoned predator, her hand instinctively reaching for the concealed weapon at her side.
As she reached a clearing, a sinister growl reverberated through the air. Grizzlethorn, massive and imposing, rose from the shadows, its matted fur standing on end as it awaited command.
