The cave loomed before us, impossibly dark and ancient. The cold radiating from it cut through our clothes like knives. Everything about this place felt wrong, felt old beyond measure.
Thick mist hung heavily around the entrance, swirling in patterns that seemed almost alive. We stood at the very edge of the darkness, hesitating for just a moment.
There were five of us for this dangerous mission. Me, Ezra, Luca, Marcus, and Drake. Just five wolves against whatever ancient evil waited inside. We checked our weapons one last time. Our hearts felt heavy with fear and determination.
The ninth Primordial slept somewhere deep inside this cave. But it wasn't sleeping deeply anymore. We could sense it. The creature was breathing slowly, its massive body moving slightly. It was waking up from its long slumber.
