Chapter 58 - The Howl That Shock The Night

The blood-red moon hung low over the forest, its crimson light bleeding through the canopy, painting every leaf and branch in hues of slaughter. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood—fresh, raw, and unmistakably human—mingled with the damp earthiness of the forest floor. The night wind howled, a mournful cry that carried an edge of menace, as though the forest itself were alive, trembling under the weight of what was unfolding within its depths.